EVIDENCE on a Tuesday

EVIDENCE

Tuesdays were the days that I picked you up from work at Trader Joes.

Today however, I picked up your skateboard, your glasses and your other shoe…

…..Found at the scene of the accident.

The CHP Evidence Officer gave them to me as if it were “no big deal”.

Was it  just an ordinary day for him?

It wasn’t an ordinary day for me,

It wasn’t an ordinary day for your family,

It wasn’t an ordinary day for your friends,

And you weren’t an “ordinary” person.

I wanted to ask the officer, “Don’t you realize who we lost?”

He struggled to carry both your belongings and the paperwork to me.

As if he wanted to get it over with as quickly as possible.

I heard the sound of your skateboard being placed on the floor at my feet.

I saw that your glasses weren’t even cracked or broken.

Then another tightly sealed bag was pushed in front of me,

labeled “EVIDENCE”.

It was your “other” shoe….

I tried to play the accident scene in my mind.

“How did the shoe come off? Is it Odd of me to ask?

Morbid Thoughts? Is it morbid of me to wonder?

Did the shoe fly off, did it drop off? Where did it land? How Far?

The glasses? Were they still on him when he landed?”

A million questions.

Yes dear reader,  

I know as you are reading this now,

You believe that  you wouldn’t ask these questions.

You believe you would think differently,

You believe  you would handle it all differently.

I hope, dear reader,  that you will never find out what you would do.

I really do hope you will never find out.

I want to play the accident in my mind over and over in different ways,

Different scenarios.

Each scenario I’m trying to catch you before you hit your head,

I’m trying to block the car,

I’m trying to push you out of the way.

But it doesn’t work

I’m never successful...