YESTERDAY'S NEWS
you sat on the sofa with your coffee and your cat.
it was so simple then - we didnt know what had happened
I looked over your shoulder - I read the headlines that
took my breath away.
She was murdered on the 17th of May
and found on muddy patches of earth,
only 24 and all to live for and then they took her away
from this chaotic life.
You started to wail and then some more,
so I came closer to the page
to stare at the print - it was still so bloody raw,
when I saw my name in type.
It was me that died last night.
Then I looked at you but you never saw me
I began to touch you with all my might
no sensations could you feel.
I sat there with you until you slept
I didnt realise I was dead
I couldnt talk to you - I felt inept.
The cat stared at me.....and we both realised that I was dead.
2006-09-25
09:02:12
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