Before
I couldn't see inside
Only shiny metal on black tires
Steel wings and a roar overhead.
After
I can't see anything but the faces
And laughs and smiles
Bundles of life
Belted to buckets of steel
rushing to loves and dinners and holidays and homes
suspended in the seconds before the crash.
Now
I soak up the echoes
And squeeze them tight
So I'll still have something
When they don't come back.
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