Tragedy
The TV screen displays the news of a “Breaking Story”;
An airplane crash creates a scene both ominous and gory.
The volume is down;
There is no sound,
As he sits there staring off in space.
A phone in his hand
Waiting his command
As tears traverse down his face.
“No Survivors” is seen upon the screen of the silent set.
He presses “play” to hear again the voicemail he’ll never forget.
Her voice is gay
As he hears her say:
“Honey we’ve made the flight”.
“We miss you much;
I miss your touch;
Can’t wait to see you tonight.”
His phone vibrates for the hundredth time; he doesn’t answer the call.
His heart breaks every time he sees the family portrait on the wall.
They had gone to see
Her family
Who live on the opposite shore.
He was putting on his shoes
When he got the news
That his family he’d see no more.
The room grows dark; his body is numb; he cannot stop the tears.
Guilt sets in; “Why wasn’t I with them?” he’ll ask the rest of his years.
Life goes on
For everyone
But those who were on that flight.
Sitting at home,
All alone,
His soul he lost on that night.
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