I wake to the nightmare

of your leaving.

Death’s reality an insistent hammer

on the nail head, bang, bang, banging.

You drowned

hot bath, pills.

Who’s to blame?

 

What were you thinking,

if, you were thinking

or if feeling

feeling so miserable over events

you went over? Brussels.

Overwhelming nightmare of innocent

lives lost again and again.

 

I try to understand, comprehend, empathize,

but I cannot, not comprehensively

simplistically, always

grateful for tomorrow.

 

end 7/15/2016

S. Darlington