It happens,
people don’t plan it,
don’t even imagine
the possibility
of being hit by a bus.
Think about the metaphor
a train, a subway, an 18 wheeler
each one a massive
expedition of extreme power,
capable of changing lives.
can you visualize an instant
when suddenly everything
you believed just a second before
changed
dramatically with no altering solution.
she, he, they, all of them together
stepped in front of the bus
bodies tossed
with little regard for landing,
only the reality of lifeless endings
I remember when I was a kid
her name was Mary,
apparently with her dogs
both of them lost as well,
she caught between two trains
We all grieve those we love
we need to realize their moments
of love and endearment
are meant as signature compliments
to their lives being a part of our own.
