something was wrong
I could tell
by the hard knocking
on my door
we were always close friends
and today
he needed a friend
in the worse way
my friend and his wife
had argued the night before . . .
the arguments were about
nothing important
he was just in one of his moods
he became so heated
with unkind words that
she left the house
got into her car
and drove off in order to
cool down
within minutes
a car drifted head-on
into her lane
the ambulance came
it took too long
she died in
the flames
of the wreck
my friend
now in my home
could only say a word or two
between sobs
i did gather enough
words to hear him say
“i would give up everything
to have her back
for one more day”
The Broken and The Holy 