AT THE SETTING OF THE SUN:
As I rode the train out of the city last night
surrounded by tired faces, knees squeezed against
one another, bags & lap tops piled on legs &
fast food snacking mouths imbibing coffee hits to
make it home awake, I watched the sun set on another
day. A day in which a 25 year old had woken up but
hadn’t made it to sunset – a tragedy beyond.
A mother, a wife, a daughter, a sister gone.
No parent should ever have to bury their child.
Our thoughts fall miserably short in support of
a dear friend as the sun rises on just another day.
(K)
Karl Hyde 
When did the sky turn black
and when will the light come back
…I’m clearly destined to wander