queued thoughts

XI

the car starts. the image clear.

the frame intact, the rolling begins

i watch the whistling of trees pass by

too fast too slow for me to think

images fade away slowly as she accelerates

i still see you but i'm living in the fast lane,

a blurry image too distant of a memory

my heart clusters on itself as we hit the 200 mark

the pain of losing you gets greater

it becomes clearer as you fade away

you were just a memory

you were seated on the driver's seat all along

you hit the brakes hard, sending us flying through the air

a scream escapes my lungs as we tumble over and over

the car settles, the frame broken

i turn to you at my final breaths of air

but you were never there.

-b