We picked her up from the airport

It was her, me & him

I drove the old hatchback. I liked to drive,

The backseat is bore 

We saw a truck merge 

I didn’t stop, I didn’t honk

Just slithered through like a snake

 

We got rammed.

 He evaluated the cost, 

I evaluated the possibility of something worse

The thought of someone not experiencing life to the fullest,

because of something I had done,

was too much to bear.

Yet, if it was just the driver, 

I would gladly accept my fate

Without any lament of the life not lived