How it flashes past-

When you first get that phone call
It hardly makes any sense
All time ceases to be-
Every thought focused
On a single pinpoint
You hear the words
Then slowly
They register
A second later
Than the delivery
As if through
A crusted fog
You struggle to catch up
You mumble some words
Seeking clarification
All the while aware
Of the sting of tears
Brimming into your eyes
You fight them back
And attempt
To regain control
Regain thought
Regain awareness
Attempt understanding
You hang up
Forget to breath
Slump in the seat
Robotic movements
Make the next call
(How did you have the wisdom, the foresight to think of the next call?)
Don't know
You fight the tears in earnest now
Then resign and give in
You shed a few
You think some more
It makes no sense
It is NOT FAIR
And then
That face-


And through it all
One face
Lingers on and stays
One face
So sweet
Lingers and
You wonder
You are the one
I will miss the most
When I am gone
You are the one
Who will miss ME the most
When I am gone.

And then the tears flow in earnest

Drive down the road
A moment of respite
Shed a few more
Try and sort it through
It makes no sense
It is NOT FAIR

And then that face
That sweet sweet face
Resignation
And then the tears flow in earnest

It does not seem fair...
And the tears flow in earnest