The Last Time...

Headlights in the distance.
She's headed out for one last chance.
Doing what she started.
She gives him one last glance.
She disappears into the darkened night.
Trying to fight.
All her selfless love for him.
Driving away will help defend.
This memory controlling every moment lived.
She takes a breath in.
Hoping her every brokeness will somehow mend.
She questions her thoughts.
As she drives into a bend in the road.
Suddenly looks up and loses control.
Blackened night.
Mixed into a blurr of lights.
Twisted metal.
Trying to save her with all of their might.
Unconsciously she drifts away.
Breathing is slow and she's fading.
Her beautiful soul is unwinding.
To be let free.
To somewhere not seen.
The last time.
That she drove away out of sight.
The very last of their fights.
The very last of the stars being bright.
There she goes.
Say goodbye.
Chances are that you might not make it.
In time to see.
Her beautiful soul alive in me.


This was written about not getting a second chance
to tell people before they left how I felt. RIP