It happens every time
I drive home from work.
In the dark.
I can’t stop it.
I can’t escape it.
It’s everywhere I look.
Everywhere.
Two headlights
In a sea of black.
I see that.
Over and over.
Endlessly.
Night after night.
And I remember.
That’s the last thing I saw.
Two headlights.
In a sea of black.
Too close.
Moving too quickly.
And I hear my voice.
In my head.
Again and again.
“That ain’t good.”
I remember two crunches.
I heard them.
One deafening, overwhelming.
One quiet.
An aftershock.
And me with eight fractures,
And two days in the hospital.
And I’m still healing.
And every time I come home from work.
Every time.
In the dark.
Always.
Everywhere I look.
Two headlights.
In a sea of black.
I know I’ll adjust.
I know it’ll take time.
I know I’ll be OK.
And I know.
On my trip home.
That’s not going to happen.
I won’t let it.
But I still remember.
And may never forget.
Two headlights.
In a sea of black.
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this seems so real… bone-chillingly real…
Because, on 04 January 2017, it happened. And I have been recovering from 8 fractures on 5 bones since then. I’m OK, though. Mostly physically recovered. Another few weeks. 🙂
I thought so, there was so much truth in your writing. Hope you heal well and soon…