Right after I changed my facebook status to something positive and uplifting for the day ahead I got a phone call that side swiped those feelings. While the end result of what happened could have been a lot worse the events that did take place were enough to make my heart stop. The mother of a person very very close to my heart was robbed last night at gun point. When I heard those words I couldn’t believe it. I assumed this person was joking.

I can tell you right now that if that trigger had been pulled my life would be over. I don’t know how else to say it. It would be over. I wrote a short poem to kind of channel my feelings. It isn’t anything spectacular and maybe a bit rushed but I did it anyway.

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If today had been her last day
I can’t even remember the last thing I had to say
and I know he couldn’t handle
the impact of the blast that never came.
All the days pass and I think they’re just the same
When today could have been her last
nothing lasts they say.

I wake up every morning assuming there will be more
until another life changes
drastically making my ceiling, floor.
Rubbing my sleepy eyes
I curse the open sun
Today could have been her last
and I’m thinking of another one.

If today had been her last
I think it would be his too.
Because his life without her
is not a life for Q.

Because today isn’t her last
I will tell her I love her the next time we meet.
Even if it means
saying it on the street.
I’m happy today wasn’t her last,
even though nothing lasts
they say.
Today could have been her last
but it’s not
not today.

Thank you. And I love you both.
Peace.

Poetry