Confession They asked me what happened On the way down, and if I Had an alibi. Well, I was with Her, wasn't I, and that didn't look good. They had it all wrong as usual. I was trying to help her. I always Tried, but she had a way of insisting. She always did. She would Go to Tucson, seven hours away Unless I absolutely forbade it, And how could I do that? I agreed She could fly, but the airports were so Clogged with people searching For potential explosions. I agreed to take her anyway, You know, to the Ontario Airport; Then there was her church work, Taking her turn at everything, And taking in the homeless, taking me Taking them in - a young girl Who only needed a little guidance, A little money to turn out well. I scrolled down the photos, Looking at time slipping past, Slowly double-clicking it to freeze That one thought. But now what? There could be no escape. Every exit was manacled shut.