It hurts you know
That moment.
That moment of the unknown
Chest, heart, lungs, all feeling heavy,
Breathing broken, shallow, barely shown
Why
Why
"Why?" is asked - through the tears and moans
Sorry
Sorry
"I'm sorry." heard - through the crackling of the phone
Memories come rushing by
Rushing through the mind
Good, bad, indifferent but special
They don't stop
But you realise
Wait
No more memories
The dial tone deafens you
Like a
Flatline
