Susanne Bruschke

Cross the line

This young cop, he came, knocked on her door
With so sad eyes, telling nothingīs like before
 
It was his first day, he mentioned to her
She answered him with some words, kind and fair
 
"Please donīt say sorry, when people die
And donīt worry about a sudden goodbye
Such things are happen - itīs not your fault
You do your job and thats more worth than gold
Life will come and life will go
All between these two points is just a show
Sureley youīll believe now, Iīm cold as ice
But wait only a second and donīt despise
My attitude to any dark dead
If anyone died by violent hands or peacefully in bed
I canīt feel the sadness you talk about
I wonīt fall down on my knees or cry very loud
Nothing could change through an action like that
So I accept it and I donīt feel too bad"
 
This cop, he left her, there was another call
He kicked her words away like a dirty old ball
 
Now he works for a unit of crime scene investigation
Sometimes he smiles quietly: No big sensation

 

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Published on e-Stories.org on 08/19/2008.

 

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