Dedicated to all the victims of the London atrocities July 7th 2005. |
We kiss goodbye as if we are parting for ever, Married two weeks, I know that I could never Be apart from you, in you I have a soulmate For a husband, it’s destiny, it’s meant, it’s fate. Lingering looks as we both step back apart, I leave the house, a sense of loss in my heart. I climb to the top of the bus, it draws away, I want to run downstairs, jump off, but I stay. It’s back to work after a fortnight’s honeymoon, It really hurts to be apart, it seems far too soon. The girl next to me is staring into distant space, Startlingly beautiful, her mask-like unsmiling face. I look out of the window at the side by the aisle, Wonder about her sad look, eyes that don’t smile, She moves closer, our brown eyes meet, I start, Oh God! Is that a bomb? Then we’re blown apart. I look around surprised for there is no one there, Walk to where there stands, a solitary, central chair, I sit alone, I am inside a small, white-walled room, I’m all in white, am I a bride, where is the groom? I feel the words, "you died in such a dramatic way, We set you apart, to adjust to your heavenly stay." Then I hear His Voice, a beautiful calming voice, Come with me now, I rise, go, I have no choice. |