Day 587

Her body landed on the roof
of the shop where she and her friends
bought falafel each day.  Four
girls, inseparable, their lives
intertwined since early school
days, having sworn
to each other eternal friendship.
Now one is dead, catapulted
from her bombed-out room, her
collapsed family home, to this
nearby roof.  Gone.  The three
who remain, like a table
missing a leg.  A hobbled
animal.  Three
where there used to be four.
The word “eternal” taking on
another meaning now, with one
of the girls having moved already
into her eternity, and the other three
missing her, longing for her,
staggering through the ruin
of their bounded lives.