"Its late, be quick we have to eat and go"!
It was the voice us two heard in the morning.
But the yogurt was cold, and I commented so;
I could tell she agreed, we kept dawdling.
Finally finished, unaware of crime,
For an instance I glanced at her face.
Its careless beauty I noticed in time,
Before darkness had it lost in the haze.
I went up north, and she the other way,
The crash unnoticed, the cries never heard.
I was moving and all the while she lay,
While her soul grew the wings of a bird.
The night came early that
day I was led
To my mother who told me:
"Kaiola is dead."