POOF
She wore a diamond cross around her neck
He wore teak mala beads on his wrist
They wore Star of David’s
Some wore homemade bracelets
Most wore nothing
And when the old man
with a long robe and a wispy beard
spoke of his pain being our pain
WE didn’t understand
not even when we heard the
P O O F
before the sizzle of lightning
that struck where we were all sitting
ALL gone
before we could even think about
what it was to be
NO MORE
together
EVEN WHEN IT’S OVER. . .
THERE’S ALWAYS A WHISP OF SOMETHING THAT REMAINS. . .
N O
Q U E S T I O N
