I was in a half-drunk haze, head pressed against the wheel,
Thoughts scattered like the broken shards on the street.
“Was an end to a Perfect day.” Was the only one left.
Blood rushed to the head, as twisted steel wrapped tighter about my feet.

Blood curdling screams, cracks, and seizing of the car;
For a brief second your face came into view,
The mind seized, my mouth wanted to speak.
All clear thought was what I never told you.

Everything became silent, not a noise from anyone,
Except the trickle of warm blood, off the wheel and into the palm.
My final breaths were fading, the life had seized right up.
Yet underneath the silent struggle your voice echoed to be calm.

In final moments, a robed man, bent halo, sat beside,
Unscathed, reassured me I was going to be alright.
The crimson flood curled up my throat, choking breath and life;
He snatched me up, into the clouds we went, straight upright.

You were my last memory, of earth before I went to heaven,
The one I thank, the one I owe everything to, who made life worth living.
That horrific day I went down swinging.

 
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