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he runs his fingers through her hair
tears run down his cheeks
he holds her near
cradled
too late protected
he runs the events
over and over in his mind
the horrible events
daisey
our golden lab
running out into the street
you running out after
right into the path
run down
why
why
why did you run
now time
and your precious life
running out
running out
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rob kistner © 2010
No. It’s a beautiful poem. Truly. But it is so sad I can’t stand it.
It happens, sadly, all too often.
Nice verse detailing a terrible event. Senseless loss is never easy.
Moving write…loved your two different takes on the prompt…
Nice!!! Sad, but so true!
Dramatic play on the word “run” with all its possible interpretations worked together! A very moving and clever write!