I-20

Her silhouette cuts through the moonlight, as she sits in front of the window. I stop and stare at her graceful form, so perfectly captured by the moon. I stand up and walk towards her. As I get within a few feet of her, she turns and walks away. I keep forgetting this is what she is doing now. I can't understand why. She has been like this since I hit that bus. I didn't mean to, it just sort of happened. I'm going along down the I-20 to work, and bam! Bus and I roll into the water, everyone dies. I come home, and she doesn't even look at me. It's like I'm not here.