Sept 1997
What I Miss The Most

I walk into the emergancy room.
Sirens wailing.
Lights flashng.
People screaming.
I have come to see a friend.
I go and sit by his bedside.
I talk to him, tell him what he
missd out on today.
I have been doing this everyday
for a month.
Still nothing.
Nothing at all.
No positive signs of life,
but I continue to talk.

Then in storms the trooper,
dressed in black, talking
loudly.
I can’t actually see him, or
hear him, but I know he’s
there.
He’s there because it’s time.
Time to do his job.
His job is to put an end to
any pain or sorrow.
With the touch of a hand, the
heartbeat is stopped.
Then carefully he picks up my
friends soul and carries it away.
The soul is what I miss the most.
What good is the body without
the soul?