Heaven

My idea of heaven? An ordinary day. Bright sun.
Walking home from school. Your arm linked
through mine as you tug at your skirt and pat your hair
and tell me you are not late home-

-as usual. You were always late home from school
or from walking with boys or just from being out with me.
We would meet in the park and you would swing on the monley bars
and tell me it didn't matter. Nothing mattered. Then-

-you see the time and swear. I laugh as you dash off with
school bag swinging and heels clip-clopping.
My smile fades as you see the car. You put out a hand
as if to ward it off, but it is unstoppable and-

-you laugh at my surprised face. Coke from the glass in your hand
slops down your front but you double over and clutch
at your knees, regardless. You tell me it's true, of course it's true
its always true. I shake my head and you smile and-

-crumple. Twisted out of place like a broken doll.
The car has stopped. But its too late.
All I can see is your blood on the windscreen.
All I can hear is the silence. Silence. Silence.

Now I walk home on my own. And pass by
your house quickly. You are just a shadow
in the corner of my mind. a flicker of memory
soon passed. You are gone.

Not heaven at all.