Sitting in the passenger seat, rays of sunlight streaming in through the window... My skin is warm and my face is lit up with a smile...
He takes one hand off the wheel and I place my hand in his... He plays with the skin in-between my fingers, and fondles the ring on my finger...
I squeeze his hand and he squeezes back, my love for him is what warms me to the very bone...and his love for me...
A few seconds later his hand is pulled from my grip,I see an overturned tractor trailer in the road, I close my eyes and hold on tight...
I awake with a searing headache and dried blood on my skin...My heart seems to stop as realization sinks in... I reach for his hand... it is cold and limp...
Everything comes flooding back to me...the screeches of the brakes, the shattering of the glass, his screams...his screams...They echo inside my head...
I feel myself being lifted from the car...and I reach for his hand...I scream "No , no", I can't leave him, I refuse to believe hes... dead...
Tears stream down my face and burn my cheeks...I reach for his hand one last time and when I'm pulled away his ring is clenched tightly in my hand...
It's been years now... But I have his ring on a chain around my neck...and I fondle it constantly...Just like he used to fondle mine... |