July 16, 2016
gunshots, jets, and bombs
you hear one or the other
tonight you hear them all
you listen to the screams and the cries for help,
the sound of silence blends with sounds of pain
until you can no longer tell the difference between the two
you listen to the screams and cries of the sky
lit with not the shining sun
or the glistening moon
but with brilliant explosions
interrupting the intimacy of late night conversations
and the calm of sleep
you shake with fear, not sure what to do
your thoughts scattered, questions rattling, buzzing
separated from your family by ominous waves
what did you last say to her?
did you fight? did you laugh?
was it enough?
what will be her last memory with you?
gunfire approaches closer, louder than tumultuous waves
causing you to scream “Sayat”
he says to move away from the windows
he says to run
he says to hide
you find yourself clutching Sayat in the bathtub
wondering if they swam in the neighbor’s pool this afternoon
or if they ate dinner in the backyard
wondering if she’s thought of you today
wondering if your family even knows that something has happened
wondering if you’ll survive