too tired to title this poem

a horrible car wreak outside my window

panic what do i do ?

then there were ambulances

the sirens

through the quiet town, in the dark

now the moving machines

beep beep beep beep are backing up

where are the living, the dead ?

there's a helicopter

and then rummaging

so to do this everyday

everyday and be okay.

is it a matter of saving

or a matter of easing through death ?

it's you

i'm all yours

you could cry on my shoulder

you could die in my arms

"love is watching someone die"

love, gaby