listening to them talk,
hearing the words but not understanding,
I hear a car
then a crash,
the words dead on arrival come next,
it finally hits home
that your gone forever,
never coming back,
to joke and laugh,
to tease me and nag me about a guy,
it finally hits home that
you wont be there when I need a shoulder to cry on,
that you wont be there to tell me that you love me one day,
after what you had said this morning,
you went out driving and hit a pot hole,
flipping your car on the ice,
they arrived to late but you had on a smile,
at least you died happy they say,
but do they know what you had said?
so they cant know that I will never get over you,
they say that I will,
but would you if it had been me?
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