Two from a thousand

FRIDAY, 2 MAY 2008

From indecision
Ten years he waited
Until there was nothing left to lose

From pride
Three years he tried
To grip this foreign ground

From mental torture
Two years he endured
Before something snapped

Three hours he cried
Before he could explain

I snapped
Today I quit

Three years
Watching
Listening

Days
Talking
Dreading

The call that

Broke his back

We walked to the edge………

We couldn’t take the car………

We stayed with him………..

But had to return tonight………

It was the road behind ours………

He hadn’t returned from work…………

The house is still standing……….

She and the baby died……….


We buried them in the garden
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