so it goes

the hawk sees everything
nothing escapes its gaze as it is perched upon its streetlight
this includes seventeen year old Emily as she puts one foot in front of the other
right into the street
and right in front of a speeding SUV
you know.
the kind that rich folk buy to let you know that they're better than you.
the kind that are meant to take on the worst backwoods.
the kind that are mostly just on suburban rodes.
yeah, that kind.
the man and his hound inside of the vehicle were unscathed
the same cannot be said for Emily
her frail body didn't stand a chance.
within minutes
calls are made
the man's lawyer is alerted
the authorities are alerted
the paramedics arrive
she is pronounced dead on the scene.
her family stops by the morgue to identify the body
the body that had once enchanted most every single boy
the body that contained an active mind that was always thinking above and beyond her classmates
a body free of drugs. confirmed by the autopsy.
as plans were being made for the funeral and the wake
people talked
why would she do such a thing?
what was she thinking?
was there someone that had hurt her?
did you do everything as parents to make her feel loved?
was she running with the right crowd?
what made her feel like this was her only option?
did she leave a note at least?
no one could understand.
why. did. she. do. it.
well no one at the funeral was at the scene.
no one saw it.
not even the man behind the wheel as he reached for his dog's chew toy.
only the hawk truly saw what happened.
as he always does.
that day emily was having one of those perfect days
the sun is out
no responsibilities to worry about
just enjoying the day
before crossing the street she had crossed a hundred times before
her luscious hair fell before her eyes
but she kept on walking
walking to her death
taking her last steps
taking her last breath
completely un aware that she wouldnt be able to enjoy the rest of the day
she died.
perfectly happy.
perfectly content.