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by Angel Author IconMail Icon
Rated: E · Poetry · Dark · #2152593
What was that sound she heard that woke her one Saturday morning?
(A Perspective on a Picture)

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https://www.flickr.com/photos/patstr95/26451561988/in/gallery-flickr-72157693015...



I heard the sound, it woke me.
He lay there sleeping, still.
Breathing light, not stirring
I moved the pastel quilt

Thoughts drifted in cold waves
Into my dream filled mind
Pulling back pale curtains
Wondering what I'd find

The cold winter shadows
Flowed calmly through my soul
I saw him stir, the light disturbed
His dreams, his eyes stone cold

He asked the time, what day
I found the words, explained
This clawing at my heart
An unnatural pain

Something's wrong, not right
The house across the street
Always quiet yet feels loud
People we never meet

Secrecy, hidden signs
The noise I heard, I know
Radiated, moved through
The winter's lying snow

He joined me at the window
To watch an empty place
Full of people sleeping
I watched his doubting face

This day had come too soon
We left the bed unmade
Pushed away uneasy
Thoughts of alarm would fade

But sirens, lights, chaos
Disturbed our breakfast peace
The house red forever
He'll never be released

The sound I heard, gunfire
She wouldn't wake again
He told them if they asked
That now she's not in pain.


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