They say that time heals.
It can heal any wound or any tear,
Any physical damage or emotional feels.
Time can cure it, as it spins its reels.
But I don’t believe in it, no I don’t.
‘Cause this pain of mine is different,
It struck a pivotal point.
It bashed a part of me that was important.
So sit back & listen,
To the tale I’m about to tell.
An anecdote that glistened,
But didn’t even very well.
A story that’s cliché,
But I still hope you’ll hark & stay.
I was driving down the road
With the treasure of my life.
I can’t recall much while I drove,
But I remember we were arguing that night.
I can’t comprehend how, I can’t grasp why,
But we were expectorating pernicious words,
Just so we could vilify
Each other like vicious wolves.
In the heat of the battle,
I lost focus on what I was doing.
I knew it was wrong to quarrel while driving,
But I was too enthralled by our psychobabble.
The next thing I knew, I lost control.
My tires shrilled & the steering wheel spun.
I tried to maneuver, but I knew we were done.
She was screaming in terror as we tumbled & fall.
It was the last thing I heard
Then what followed was total darkness.
I don’t know how long I lost consciousness,
But I somehow got back to our world.
Something warm engulfed my head.
It was blood, a dark hue of crimson red.
I was light-headed, but I had to find her.
Despite my injury, I needed to descry my lover.
When I found her, I was filled with grief.
I knew right away, her moment would be brief.
I hastened to her side & held her close.
She whispered to my ear, her dying prose.
“I ask of you a favor, a final request.
I am in agony right now,
I think my body wants to rest.
Grant me a final kiss before I die.
Kiss me, & I shall carry on my vow.
I shall be with you, though I bid goodbye.”
So I kissed her, gently & softly.
I kissed her with every drop of intimacy,
& then she faded to the cold abyss,
& with her, she carried our last kiss.