Train Wreck

   

We heard that two trains 

on the same track

heading in opposite directions 

crashed 

head-on

in the same little town

where my Love

forged through hell-fire

to fight cancer. 
In his valiant efforts to live

he endured

fevers of one-hundred-seven

and lung infection.  

So weak he would have died,

save the fact that he knew the signs

and advocated for himself

as forcefully as he was

able. 
He bounced back

but the cancer

survives. 
I keep thinking of those

eighty train passengers hurt

and the eleven

who one minute

are looking out the window 

at the lush Bavarian fields

or listening to their music

and podcasts

when suddenly

life crashes

 head on 

and 

there is no more chance

to choose for health

or happiness. 
No more daily routine

or simple pleasures. 
It is all

done. 
 

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