This City Is As Beautiful As It Is Ugly

A life was taken during my commute yesterday,

I did not think about those left behind,

my mind was on how I would make it to work on time,

what alternate route I should take,

whether or not to reset my alarm for an earlier time in order to avoid unforeseen delays in the future.

Today, I imagine that the dead is being mourned by those that were left behind,

perhaps a little girls cries for the one that will never return,

there may be a boy that will have to learn to be a different man than he may have been,

a wife may caress the empty pillow beside her tonight,

a parent weeps.

The individual that took the life may be on a train, bus or plane to another state,

that, or he may have gone to school,

just another day,

it could have been the first kill or business as usual.

Did he go home and hug his kid, kiss his wife, walk his dog, take the money from the cadaver to buy groceries?