Our Tragedy
By David Cecil

Our tragedy was not the sort that people
put on the five o'clock news.
Or see in a film. Or hear in a song.

Our tragedy happened slowly,
and quietly -
not in a way that makes people slow down
on the highway
or place a consoling hand on your shoulder.

No, our tragedy was the sort that might have gone entirely
had it not been for what just happened.
What I just realized.

Just right now.