Poems

Poem #12- A Lover's Lament

I miss you
Every little bit
From the way you hide your frustration
Behind a blank face
To the happiness that graces your eyes
Whenever I'm around

But no.
I won't get to be there
To see you get old
Or even turn twenty.
Because you went and died.

Your drunk father just had to insist
That you get in the car with him
At two in the morning
On an hour-long drive to some beach
Which you never really were
A fan of.

And the driver of the semi truck
Which was probably the last thing you saw
Hadn't gotten any sleep last night.
So, of course he should be zooming along at
seventy miles per hour on a highway.

And so the semi truck driver finally decided that he needed sleep,
That sleep was more important than his life.

With that decision, he took his life, your father's life,
And your life as well.

And god, I miss you.