More Words from HF

We Could All Die! (by HF)

I am sitting in the back of a large box truck

It is the middle of the night and I am in charge of holding onto the door

If I let go of the door before I'm supposed to

We could all die

It's better not to latch the door because when it's time to open it, if it's latched, it inevitably won't open

So I hang on

For dear life

For all our lives

When we get to where we're going I wait for my turn to get out of the box truck

We all walk in lines

We are quiet

We are quiet because if we are not

We could all die

When we get to where we are walking to we are loud

We are loud because if we are not

We could all die

When we are done and coming back home in the box truck I don't have to hold onto the door anymore

I stand inside and hold onto the rail

I think about you and the kids

In my mind I only see you and the children in your most perfect moments and I am full of joy

And that joy stays with me until I get home and see you waiting

And I realize that I am seeing you in your most perfect moments all the time

But I've missed it until now

Somehow I can't help but think there's a connection