WE met at the local coffee shop
I told you the romance was over
You choked at first then cried
You said you have already left me

I walked away and did not look back
You were crying and so very alone

On my way home I saw a wreck —
“No survivors” the police said

Then I recognized the car —
and realized your words

Within the carnage of twisted metal
there you were
and had been dead for hours…

:: 11-10-2013 ::