That Passing Moment

We were driving along the streets in poppy's car.

I think it's aft sch or sth.

The sky's in a weird colour.

Slightly dark with a tinge of purple.

With erratic clouds.

Suddenly, a siren wailed.

I looked up the sky and saw fighter planes swooping ard.

Bullets started raining down.

Everyone's running ard in a frenzy.

Ppl falling, staggering, dying in front of me.

Soldiers started charging out from the corners of the streets.

We were abt to turn into a corner of the road when a soldier halted our car.

He signaled for me to get out.

The 1st thing I noticed was his rifle.

I looked ard and saw soldiers shooting at the civilians in their hands.

I know wad's in stall for me.

A sudden surge of bitterness overwhelmed me.

I looked back at Pops.

Like what they say, I saw flashes of my life in front of me.

I saw the things I've done, the ppl I love.

I rmbed the things that I've wanted to do, the words I wanted to say, the ppl I wanted to see, all the ppl I'm so afraid I'll never see...

It's so scary.

That moment is just pure heartache.

All I wanted to do was to reach out for pop's hand and pray tgt.

Then I heard the shot.

I felt it gng thru my back.

I waited.

I waited for the time to come when I'll feel the pain.

When I'll feel faint.

When I'll feel like I'm slipping away.

It never came.

I saw them taking pops away.

And I lay on the floor, waiting.

In the midst of the chaos, I sat up.

Puzzled.

And started walking home.

I heard another siren.

I sat up in bed and realised that pops' calling.

And I'm late for sch.

I had that dream more than 2 weeks ago.

But I can still rmb vividly how I felt when I think I'm going to die.

I never thot I'll be upset, because I noe I'll be in good hands aft dat.

But realising I will nv see my loved ones again, forever...

And that multitude of things I've left undone, the words I've never dared or bothered to say, the love I've never showed enuf...

That passing moment is enuf to make one cry.