Sitting on the rooftop, wavy hair billowing
In the wicked wind, fluttering away like herself
She clasps to her neck the silvery heart-locket
Before looking down from her shady alcove
She has no more time to waste, and, deciding a decided decision,
Tumbles through the sky...
When she was younger, she always looked to the sky
A source of inspiration, like the flags billowing
Patriotic she was for countries not hers, patriotic her decision
To go to the celebration of another land, that day of herself
There, in the shadows, she found an alcove
In the young boy who later gave her the heart-locket.
The boy, while certainly not a looker, was perfect for her, like the heart-locket
The reckless one, always wanting to fly for his country, a Navy pilot, up in the sky
And maybe that's why she chose him as the perfect alcove
For when premature death sealed his lips, only the flag knew her story, billowing
Its tragic tale into the world, mixing with the song of herself
That only she knew. That, at least, was her decision.
Despite the many voices, she made her own decision
And visited his coffin the day of his funeral, the heart-locket
Reflecting the pilot's face for the final time, he dropped out of the sky.
Had no reason to die. They found the body. A miracle for her and only herself.
The grey tombstone where she lived, the flag he died for above their heads, billowing,
Etched with his name in the color of death. Her alcove...
The funeral procession proceeds, though they all try to crack smiles. They visit her alcove,
The gravestone of a young boy so foolish to die. But really it was his decision.
The ominous flag like her hair that fateful night, billowing
With another life captured, preserved only in the heart-locket
Capturing the essence of what it meant for them to fly. The ground and the sky
Still encircling her neck, it sang her song, unsung except in the darkest nights, for herself.
Now there is no such thing as herself,
Only her cadaver, lying in its plot next to his, in the final alcove
She found before falling from the sky.
Just like him, that young boy, his eyes sparkling with his dream and his decision
To fly above the waves with her and the glitter of her heart-locket,
The flag he served forever in the air, billowing.
“Still capturing the essence of the sky, her waves of hair billowing
Remind us that she is lost forever. She could not live for herself, and her final decision
Reflects the alcove of the gravestones and the spark in the heart-locket.”
Copyright © J. Amorose | Year Posted 2017