tires squeal
1... 2... 3...
breathe.
the moments collapse into each other
as the memories fill the streets
the refraction of hope
off the glass of shattered dreams
3 seconds, 2 seconds, 1 second, stop
soul flees the body
for your heart stopped
the world continued to spin
even when your world proceeded to stop
one second sooner
one second later
consequence of choices
the youthful invisibility
becomes reality
when their memory fills the empty space
all because of one choice
one too many...