The Forgotten Firefighter

At 12 o’clock on everyday
She lights a candle,
With nothing to say
A single tear, shed for one
A single tear, shed from love

A wall of names
She searches his out
She touches the stone
The fire’s gone out
A sea of names
So many lives
Too many shames
But not one fight
The stories are the same
But in every fashion
It came from a love
It was done out of passion

She hikes to the spot
Where the white cross stands
Back to his, true resting ground
She touches the same dirt, he did that day
Her tears fall, where he lay
She places the flowers, on the ground
Turning away, from so empty a sound
She picks herself up
Blowing a kiss
It floats on the wind
Like smoke on a drift
Back down the mountain
That took his life
Never to come home to his kid and wife.

(6-18-01)