Dying On My Street

I was teaching school

Just teaching school

A woman was dying


On my street

I was caught up

In a moment

A moment of life

Of learning and laughing


Unaware at that moment

That it was the last

The last for

The woman who was dying


Alone on my street

A ditch

A ditch in a front yard

On my street

Five houses down

Is where she was


And I

I was commenting

Just commenting on

What a beautiful fall day

It was

While the woman was dying


On my street.

5 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. theclocktowersunset
    Sep 25, 2013 @ 00:35:37

    It always takes my breath away when I realize what I was doing when someone I knew was dying.


  2. farfetchedfriends
    Sep 25, 2013 @ 07:41:25

    That’s rough. Hang in there!


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