I'm tired. My eyes are burning. But, I was inspired.
The third time
I think about him
and almost
completely
lose it
is when I'm driving.
Whenever we were driving
and had to slow down
because there was an accident
on the side of the road
he would get all concerned.
He'd watch
the people
closely
and wonder
if they were alright,
and would say that
he felt really sorry for them.
He just seemed
to care
so much
that it would
ruin an entire evening
because he felt so bad.
I never noticed
the irony
of this situation
(which ruined a lifetime)
when we skidded off the road
and other cars
hit us.
He was already dead
while I sat in the snow
with a fire man
trying to get me
off the ground
and out of shock.
The wind was so
cold
and the roads so
icy.
But I didn't feel a thing.
The cars that drove by
looked so sad
and so concerned.
Sadness. I've decided that I may have a thing for killing characters, should a write a longer fic where death happens? I have a few ideas...