Alyce

Scent of her perfume
Followed me
Like some sweet and warm
Exotic fragrance
From a tropic jungle.

As I walk into the kitchen
Hoping to catch her
Before she left
For work.

Sound of the kitchen door
Slamming shut
Killed that faint hope
Of mine.

As I watched her
Drive away
In the silver BMW
Heading to the city
And her job
At a major law firm.

Cursing myself
For the way
We parted
This morning.

Never expecting
The news
Which would be
Heard over the radio
During the noon hour news.

Of a terrorist’s attack
Taking out
Several buildings
In the area
She worked in.

Hoping beyond hope
Her building had been spare
But somehow knew
Otherwise.

As I rush into
The living room
Horror struck
As the grim news
Played out
Before my very eyes.

Wanting to turn off
The tv set
Except I needed to know
For sure
If she had survived.

Silence
Greeted all attempts
To call you
On the cell.

Please I begged
To whatever Spirits
Who would listen
To my pleas
For your safe return.

When a cruiser drove up
Our driveway
A big city one
At that.

Slowly a male and female officer
Got out of the cruiser
Approaching the front door
Where they wrapped
On the brass knocker.

As the doorbell was
Out of order
Which triggered
Our final argument.

I opened the door
On the third knock
Surprising the constables
With my quickness.

“Ms Stevensen
We are sorry
But we believe your wife
Maybe one of the victims
From the attack.

“And would like you
To provide us with anything
That could help us
Identify her”
The male constable spoke.

But the words
Just bounced off
Of me.

As shock set in
My knee threaten to buckle
Under me
If both constables
Hadn’t grabbed hold of me.

“No it cannot be...”
Fighting back sobs
To no avail.

My anxiety levels
Rising to near panic levels
Over the thought
Of losing my sole contact
With the outside world.

I could hear
One of the constables
Try to snap me
Out of the panic attack
But to no avail.

When the phone started to ring
Heard the female constable
Answered the phone

“Yes Operator
I will accept
The long distance call
From her”
The constable’s excited voice
Penetrated my mental fog.

My hand reached out
For the phone held
By the female constable
Hoping to hear her voice
On the other end.

“Is that you ...”
My shaky voice called out
Breaking with emotion.

“Yes baby
I am here
Safe and sound
With only a few bruises”
She replied back.

A slow smile
Spread across my face
As my anxiety levels
Lowered back to normal.

Knowing
A second chance
Has been given
To us.

Author's Note

A fictional poem.

Reviews

[Midnight_Mystery]

love this! great job, strong and filled with emotion :)

[An Ordinary Woman]

that was very emotional, gripping. A good poem, T