THE TRIP INTO DEATH.

                                                

In the old days news of it traveled by foot.

An aproned woman would wave to her husband 

as he receded down the lane, hauling

the stone of the message.

Or someone would bring it out by horse,

a boy galloping, an old man trotting along.

A girl would part a curtain wondering

what anyone would be doing here at this hour,

as he dismounted, hitched the best to a post,

then lifted the brass knocker, cold as the night.

But today we have the telephone.

You can hear one from where you are right now,

its hammer almost touching the little bell,

ready to summon you, ready to fall from your hand.

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• This trip would be filled with reminiscing, I’m not sure if it’ll be fun it all depends on the perspective in which we’re looking at it from.
• You’ll see sadness and despair. You’ll see hearts breaking that you’ll never be able to fix.
• We will travel back in time, back to the days where hope and anticipation's all anyone ever had. And then will come back to this time, time when all heart breaks are only one phone call away.
• In the end we’ll arrive at her house. Standing right outside her kitchen window watching her make that cup of coffee, happy, smiling, not knowing that it’s all about to fade away. Her life about to change. 
• The weather will be dark in both locations, a rainy and very morning. The air icy, almost deadly. 
• The only three words you need to understand are Pain, Despair & Loss.