I once met a girl that made me feel as if we were the last humans on earth
we spent most of our days traveling to different coffee shops around the world
when we weren't sipping coffee from our mugs, we were blaring our favorite albums down the highway
I remember our old faded red jeep that we constantly had to stop to admire the views from around the world
as we stopped she would get out and snap different pictures and collect them for memories
after we climbed back into the vehicle and drove a few more hours down the road we took our final stop at a small coffee shop that was decorated with many flowers and plants
of course this was her favorite considering you never saw her without a small yet vivid yellow daisy stuck in her hair
this was the happiest I've ever seen her, with a huge white smile glued to her face as we walked out of the shop and took off in the jeep



a few miles down the road we came to a complete stop
this time it wasn't to take pictures or admire the view
I saw the yellow mug she had with her shattered on the ground
I saw the daisy flowing in the wind
and the front bumper of the jeep pushed inward with smoke flying out of the engine
I heard loud sirens rushing up behind me or maybe those were just in my head
my arms were ripped from the glass
my head was bashed and bruised making my vision blurred and clouded
I called out her name, over and over and over again
my voice shaky, timid, and flooded with fear



on the day of her funeral I sat for hours in the rain after everyone left
I finally told her how mesmerizing and beauteous she was
and how I had fallen deep in love with her along the journey
I got up, placing daisies and her most cherished yellow mug that I glued back together on top of her casket
and walked away