Not Mine

In a moment, cars become wreckage.
In a moment, bodies become shells.
In a moment, life becomes death.


With a phone call, everything changes.
With a phone call, reality bites.
With a phone call, someone is dead.

With a whisper, laughter becomes tears.
With a whisper, hope becomes hopeless.
With a whisper, surprise becomes shock.

Too young to go in a moment.
Too young for a family to grieve.
Too young spreads the voice of the whisper.

With a heartache, sympathy.
With a heartache, guilt.
With a heartache, relief.

Not me.
Not mine.
Not mine.