Tire Treads

-Prologue-

The sound of squeaking tires and the smell of burnt rubber surrounded me as I fell to a forever sleep and knowing all of what happened to me that night when tire treads filled the road.

But as I lay there with my hand in his; I not thinking of what predicaments may fall upon me but time can only tell me what time can't tell me when I took my final breath of fresh air as the tires dove in to the road and left me stranded there.

And in that night when tire treads filled the road when forever might be whenever and whenever is never there.

For on that night when tire treads filled the road I can only think of him and in him life and air depend in.