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"Casey" by Tracer

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I remember the day
Warm, sunny
The flowers were starting to bloom
Nobody calls this early
Why is the phone ringing?

The burnt French toast and snowy white TV
Mom crying in the next room
(birthday party at 2)
Still the buzzing in my head
Why did the phone ring?

The distance
A blip on the screen
Sharp flying V's ever getting smaller
Metallic in origin
The migraine won't go away
Final gasps taken to grasp one's hand
Green and white figures lurking around
Witnessing a short life
Slip of consciousness,

The blinds now drawn to exclude light
My mother's tears have slowed to a drizzle
Why is the phone off the hook?

I hear but one word
Casey...



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On Monday June 7th, 2004, Solace (1421) writes:
Loss...This is not a rememberence as more of a rememberence of the moment you found your cousin was lost...Forgive the intrusion, but should this not be recalling her...not that one moment...


On Monday October 18th, 2004, Tracer (140) writes:
Him, and I can't remember much except that moment...it is one of those things where your mind goes blank and only sees the moment after and beyond. Sorry if the title's wording is off, but it isn't to me.


On Wednesday January 7th, 2004, Cwn Annwn (106) writes:
Thats sad...sounds like a nightmare....MOMMY!!!! ahhh! Nice write I really like it :) ~GoNe~


On Monday December 29th, 2003, pushblood (37) writes:
Dam man this is sad....I wish you luck with easing the memory... It's tuff to loose some one especially that young.."Touching for sure." ~P.B~


On Monday December 29th, 2003, Evil (547) writes:
*goosebumps* *tear*..sad._-=Evil=-_


On Monday December 22nd, 2003, OLd SouL (834) writes:
What a haunting moment... something that will reside in your mind until the last breath. Thank you for sharing. :::OLd



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