The Train

The Moon Howls At The Wolf

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"Why didn't you make your bed this morning?"

"I forgot."

"Why did you leave the lights in your room on?"

"I forgot."

"Why didn't you study for the test?"

"I forgot."

Such simple answers to simple questions. Such common occurrences. But I received the same answer when I asked why this happened. And I no longer felt that this response was simple anymore. Because when I asked why the railroad crossing lights didn't go off, and why the bars didn't go down when the train was coming through the stop in the dead of night in a heavy rain storm, and I received the answer, "I forgot" I was not appeased. Because that fatal error killed the driver, and the passenger and I barely walked away with my life. As it is I am now paralyzed from the waist down, and it would have been worse if I wasn't in the backseat with my seatbelt on.

But my parents, oh my sweet parents they did everything right. They were driving an appropriate speed for the weather conditions. Their headlights were on, their seatbelts were buckled. They had had nothing to drink. But they were murdered by someone else's careless thought. Someone who didn't have the decency to remember to do their job.

They died, because someone forgot.

I will never forget.