by A. Elizabeth Brown

Created on: April 23, 2008

The last words we spoke were in anger
and I thought, as you left, slamming the screen door behind you
I should call you back...but my pride held firm

I saw you today..our eyes met over the heads of our children
I almost said your name, but then caught myself
I thought I saw you move as if to answer

I unlocked the door, walked in from work
Listened to messages...footprints through our day
solitude for a digital moment

Your voice, concise, haunting:
"I love you. The plane's going down
I think I am going to die
I wish I could see your face
Give the kids a kiss, remember us

Don't be afraid, you're gonna be okay"
What-HELL-drove me to let you go this way?

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