Last Night


Riding with him in his red car
That he drove too fast,
The GPS drowned out by the
Radio turned up too high,
I had a couple of minutes to reflect on the status of
You and me
And whether it was worth
Resuscitating.

Last night you
Died in my dreams, your
Colors spilling on the ground like
Red for the strawberries we used to share, and
Orange like the sunsets that failed to move you.

And he doesn’t know it himself but
The boy who laughed as he drove
Had no idea that the girl next to him was dying, too.
Words were made for sharing but she
Could never find the ones quite right.
Instead of love, she spoke hate,
Instead of sorry, she spoke apathy,
Instead of help me, she spoke
“I’m okay.”

Last Night

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