Chris Lunny - Broken

The time was near so I got ready.
Somewhere I could hear a noise?
I looked around, but could see nothing?
I asked my friend if they could hear it and they could not...
I continued on.
The long ride was familiar and the sights were amazing,
but somewhere I could hear a noise?
I asked my friend “are you sure you can’t hear that”?
They asked me what it sounded like and I couldn’t really say?
I didn’t really know?
On down the road we went, looking at the trees and the fields and the beautiful colors of fall.
As we got close to our destination I could hear the noise grow louder.
A thump, a pound and then a skip, one last time I asked my friend if they could hear it?
The sound continued to get louder the closer I got to my final destination and then I felt something.
I was at the end of the road.
The sound getting louder and the pain growing stronger
I got out and looked in the direction I needed to go.
I turned to my friend and said my goodbye.
As the car pulled away I stood in the doorway and waived goodbye.
At this moment I realized I knew what the sound was,
I knew what the pain was
I knew why there was a tear in my eye.


(Nov 5,2005)

Chris Lunny

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