I am the morning’s excitement
And the afternoon’s adrenalin,
The suitcase that’s been packed
And the closet that’s been emptied,
I am the silly song
That you heard on the radio
As the taxi whisked you away.
I am all the commotion
And the confusion at the gates
And the skipping couple in the queue,
I’m the oversized baggage
And panicked search for passports,
I am the liquids left in handbags
That you can’t take with you.
I am the last minute shopping
At duty free prices
From beer and wine
To cigarettes and chocolates,
I’m the magazines you bought
To read on the flight,
I’m the books to forget on the beach.
I am the baby that cries
In the buggy in front of you
And the boy that smiles
In the line behind you,
I am the red ribbon worn
On the jacket of the man
Who types on the laptop beside you.
I am the final greeting
As you board the plane,
But I never once believed
I’d be your final step on earth.
I am all the anguish that’s been left in your absence,
All the pain that’s departed you from pleasure,
I am the empty space in the air above,
I am the void that’s impossible to measure.
I am the white balloon set free to fly,
You are now the twinkling stars that fill our sky.
2 thoughts on “MH17”
Wow. What a shock. The start was gently deceptive and then, the horrible happening that ripped everything apart, yet you managed to make it so beautiful. Such sorrow.
I was living in Amsterdam at the time and they released white balloons into the night sky just after it happened, like angles floating towards the stars- it was so beautiful and so unbelievably tragic at the same time