Emergency Calls

I never did find out

What happened to the bloke

Who called me from a building

Burning, filled with smoke.

The woman who was crying

As her husband’s heart gave in

Or the little girl whose body

Was now wearing thin.

The elderly woman

Who’d fallen from her bed

The girlfriend’s boyfriend

With a gunshot wound to his head.

The sixteen year old sobbing

After taking thirty pills

The guy on the bridge

Because he couldn’t pay his bills.

I think of them at night

As I snuggle with my wife

I wonder if they’re dead

Or if they have survived.

I don’t know how they’re doing

I don’t know if they’re fine

But that’s enough from me

There’s someone on the line.