I don't
remember exactly what I was thinking
in the moment when our car
spun into the middle of the
interstate, or if I was thinking anything
at all
When it settled into a pile of snow
on the shoulder, you told me
to pray because we were okay
but I was too busy loving you
and being sorry with every inch of me
that had somehow survived
You told me late that night
that you would be around for as long
as I wanted you to be.
and I hope you were right,
but I don't want to ever find out.
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 12:26 PM UTC
I don't
remember exactly what I was thinking
in the moment when our car
spun into the middle of the
interstate, or if I was thinking anything
at all
When it settled into a pile of snow
on the shoulder, you told me
to pray because we were okay
but I was too busy loving you
and being sorry with every inch of me
that had somehow survived
You told me late that night
that you would be around for as long
as I wanted you to be.
and I hope you were right,
but I don't want to ever find out.
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