October 9, 2006
Experience tells me they'll come home safe. The facts are the following. They went out for a drive. Why wouldn't they make it back whole? It's late. Death must have raked its quota by now. No planes should fall from the sky in this area. Laughing and living outside of the walls. I wait here quietly, letting myself know that I will again see them. Every time I knew they were dead, every time, they were just pulling in to the driveway. So I'll put away that creeping little monster that tells me tonight is the night.