fields of canola passed by,
as arctic monkeys blared in the backround.
i was not going to cry,
i had to be strong.
my hands kept gripping the wheel
when your face crossed my mind.
i was so mad at you,
we had been together for almost 3 years.
i drove past the welcome to Wyoming sign,
because i was here to ski and clear my head.
flecks of snow daintily hit the windshield
When i realized the huge truck tumble into my jeep.
kassandra deans
