Without Looking Back
Without looking back,
The shock made a hole.
No one noticed
Except the girl.
With one eye open,
One still in a dream,
She waved.
No one waved back.
Tragedy struck again.
Was it fate?
Where’s the fight?
Where’s the will to hold on?
But it was necessary.
A final, soaking farewell
I’m sorry
Consequence awaits
Spurred on by the affliction of guilt.
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