Her haunted eyes search
mine for hope
or for a reason to live.
So many questions
lurk in their depths
that I cannot answer,
as I tell her
the details of the
crash.
She asks again and
again exactly how it
happened,
as if by knowing
every detail
she could sear
the moment into her memory.
As I leave,
she mutters
and mumbles
about things she
never told him
and wished she had.
Her mind freezes
as she locks herself in
a vise of grief,
pain, and shock.

Lindsey Milton 1994

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