Twenty Two Miles
She travelled twenty two miles
to that view, the sight
on her last night.
Why does a broken mind care,
but there it is because care she did
Red and green airport lights.
What solace did she find
in blind lights guiding planes down.
Did she think they would bring her
safetly to ground.
Before sirens pulsed blue energy
she looked straight at me
across an eternity of ten yards
and six floors.
Standing on the edge of the world
so close an yet a thousand mile to eternity
from me and safety.
She stamped her face in sad eyes and
below the cries of startled voices
but she made no sound tumbling down.
I hear the wind in her ears
and the beating of a dead heart
as I fall
knowing nothing then of
Ben and Jenny
waiting at home for poor poor
Mammy wet now and dead
twenty two miles
from Ben and Jennys beds.
Twenty two miles
of regret trying to forget life in a cacophony
of red and green.
And all I see is blue and blurred
through an ocean of tears.
© Dave Kavanagh @ daithiocaomanaigh.com