Twist In Time

As I stand here in front of my closet , starring in to the space... I wonder which black dress to choose, and how I am going to face.. All the guests that will be there, at your final resting place... I look in the mirror and what do I see ? But cuts and scratches all over me... Although I don’t feel any physical pain... Oh, what’s that I hear?... could it be rain ? I miss you already...just what went wrong ?.. We were driving along just listening to our favorite song... I remember the curve on that old mountain road... And then heard the train crash... and then explode... Time to go called out my Mother... It was a cold November morning, and very heavy rain... And I swear I heard the whistle of a train... As I looked around I could see... So many friends and family... Standing in the crowd was Aunt Sarah and Uncle Fred... OMG ! I thought they were dead... And there’s dear old Michael... I had heard he crashed his motorcycle... All of a sudden I saw YOU stand... With a bright red rose, you held in your hand... What are you doing I wanted to shout... But then I realized what you were about... You dropped the rose upon MY grave... It was then I realized... You were the one, that was saved...