It stood there
After climbing the broken glass
Clothes torn from the wreckage
Staring into the headlights
Before collapsing to the ground
***
There was no grappling
There was no struggle –
No grasping
No, that came, always, from the living
Those waving their arms into the night- stopping traffic- attempting to stop time
As the blood filled the cracks in the interstate
***
It wasn’t like the movies
Or the songs
It just, was.
You just are. Until you’re not.
Like picking fruit
Someone steals you away…
One moment
The star burning
The next
The space
Empty between them
With no time to prepare
***
Only the living are burdened with it
Only the living cries out into the night
Only living things grow numb from the pain
Only the living
Only the living
Only the loving
I guess I am still living…
Regarding Samuel 