Terrible traffic today.
Long, endless lines of cars
all edging towards a similar
definition of home.
The droning on of the talk show host
made me want to call you
but you didn’t pick up,
of course.
Frustrated people make illegal u-turns
while I fumble with the radio
rubbing my temples
and trying not to lose my sanity.
Finally, I creep to the scene
where the accident occurred.
I see the two cars and I get a feeling
I know that car.
Just as I am redirected
I glance past the paramedics
and see you in that car.
And in that moment
My heart just... stopped
And I died too.
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 6:33 PM UTC
Terrible traffic today.
Long, endless lines of cars
all edging towards a similar
definition of home.
The droning on of the talk show host
made me want to call you
but you didn’t pick up,
of course.
Frustrated people make illegal u-turns
while I fumble with the radio
rubbing my temples
and trying not to lose my sanity.
Finally, I creep to the scene
where the accident occurred.
I see the two cars and I get a feeling
I know that car.
Just as I am redirected
I glance past the paramedics
and see you in that car.
And in that moment
My heart just... stopped
And I died too.
