Wings of Life

I frantically search the sea of faces
Blonde hair, blue eyes
I just saw her, where’d she go?
I search, I search, I will not give up
Too many memories, too many aspirations
I’m crumbling, falling, crashing
Like a weak tree drained of strength
It collapses.
Destructing. Killing. Murdering.
Yet the shining water radiates light
Reflections of love hug the sand, strong against the ripples of wind
The flames keep flickering, a peaceful constant in the night
“A tragedy, really”
“So sad”
“Such a shame”
“I’m so sorry”
STOP!
It can’t be true. They’re all lying.
She promised in her graceful laugh and quick hug
“See you Monday” It’s Sunday…
Tomorrow, tomorrow
Tomorrow her smile will make it all ok
Now a bird, swiftly flying
Gentle wings envelop my heart in each pulse, sob, smile
Please come back
Soar over me.

—Mary Egan, Warren Avenue