Reverb

The sound is still in
my ears;
The visual is not dying
anytime soon.

I was in the opposite lane,
When they are crying in vain;

She was rubbing his hands,
Her vision blurred by tears;

The other man looked out,
Confused by no movement;

The driver horned non-stop,
The siren ringed non-stop,
But nothing moved;

All were aware,
All were listening,
but could do nothing - just like me;

Every vehicle blamed 
the one on its front,
And the front one, 
on its front.

But there was never
the front most vehicle,
It's a line, that never ended.

The line, 
that could end the lifeline;
The line,
that could not be moved;

My lane got cleared,
I began to move;
But they were still crying,
With siren still ringing;

I was moving ahead,
further and further;
But they were stuck,
held by the line.

Was it their mistake,
to come here;
Was I responsible,
in some way for their agony?

I reached home,
But I still heard the siren.

I slept that night,
But I still saw them.

The next day morning,
I heard it again.

The next night, 
I saw it again.

The ambulance and the driver,
The siren and the traffic,
The patient and their people.

I was seeing it,
again and again.
Hearing it,
again and again. 

The sound is still in
my ears;
The visual is not going
anywhere soon.