Twenty Three

You died

there
On that corner

Crushed against the wheel
Your last breath
Pushed free from your ribs
They said there was no pain

she lay there beside you
Her hand in yours
Let go
As she went flying through the air
Glass raining in her hair
You had turned to her laughing face
No one saw the truck
Happens every day
No big deal it's okay

You lay there
Head against the wheel
And now she sleeps, drugged
with nurses by her bead
Scar across her forehead
will never heal

now
I keep the bathroom light on at night
and feel sick when I drive past
That corner
Where you turned
You felt twenty three wasn't so bad after all
Happy Birthday

And if I live
Till I'm a hundred and three
I will still remember you
And wish you hadn't loved her
You hadn't wanted to celebrate
your birthday
Just that much