poem

“If only he could see her again,

So he could touch her face,

Feel her warm breath on his skin,

Look into her deep, blue eyes,

Feel her in the flesh,

Instead of the dull mockery of a worn photograph.

If only they hadn’t gone out that night……..

If only it hadn’t been so dark………..

If only the car could have seen her running across the road………..

But it was to late.

She was gone.”

~Amy, Death View
11/19/08