I watch as it sways,

Jolts, and

Stills…

A creation of

Silence

In a moment in which,

Noise should be the

Key.

A soft cry penetrates

Thoughts,

Attempts, attempts to do

Something,

Anything, to bring back

Noise and

Life to the still figure.

Extended rope,

Reverberating, shaking in the

Aftermath, of an event that

Shouldn't have

Happened.

Rushing forward,

Grasping, but failing to catch,

Limp,

Cold,

Fingers, but efforts thwarted,

Thwarted by strong arms, and

Disarming words.

Sitting, tense and

Numb, thinking, wondering,

Pleading, red and blue light

Reflecting, a low hum of voices

A clouding, distorting mist.

Begging, without a

Hope, dull baby blue eyes,

Once so full of life,

Soon to be forgotten, but not by

Me.

Silent tears, dribbling

Aimlessly.

Down my cheeks.

Beseeching,

Imploring,

Praying,

Why did you leave me,

Alone?