by Anna M. Shoshan
and then I heard the sirens.
I didn't blilnk,
but everything went black.
I swear I saw your accent,
but I can't be sure.
Somebody pushed me from behind,
and I fell face down, and saw a hand
laying in the road.
I got up and started to run towards you,
but the policeman held me back. He said
"There may be other bombs".
I saw your boot from where I stood.
I knew it was you, because I fixed
the frayed end of your shoestring
this morning.
You were covered with a sheet,
but your hand stuck out.
I wanted to reach out, touch your hand,
pull you back, make you wait just a moment...
before you crossed the street.
