he smoothes the surface
of his new, silver car
wondering just how fast
and how fucking far
this car will let
him go.
but, we'll never
know.
he shoved the key into the ignition
and let the engine purr with excitement.
he unconsciously grabs
and snaps on his seatbelt.
it's of no use.
he throws the car into gear
and speeds away from the curb.
his heart begins racing
as does the car.
and from the sky
the brightest star
makes the silver paint job
sparkle like diamonds in the dark
of the night.
and from amongst the roar of the engine
a faint tune could be heard from the passenger seat
his cell lit up the interior of the vehicle
it was me.
it was my fault.
if only the other man had the red light.
it wasn't his fault.
it was mine.
he would of been fine.
if he didn't pick it up.
if he waited a minute.
if i wasn't so goddamned impatient.
the ripping of metal shattered
the sweet, innocence of the small town air.
this time, it was my fault.
i'm to blame; life isn't fucking fair.
needing to say goodnight
has never felt so wrong
and has never hurt like
this moment. |
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