David Norris writes

Waking Up

The girl next door 

the pretty one with 

the pony tail swinging 

behind her lovely face

I try to talk to her 

every chance encounter 

Always she smiles and then 

turns and runs away

into her apartment where 

she lives with another 

pretty girl, also shy 

They both woke up dead

this November morning 

I slept through it all 

the fire, like some 

kind of cruel joke

When the phone rang 

I heard it raining 

in her mother's heart 

her father standing beside her

both crying for their little girl 

the pretty one with the pony tail 

who lives next door 

with the shy one

who both woke up dead 
this beautiful morning