It was not raining nor dark and surely there would be no traffic in
this place at this hour. I didn't see it coming. I couldn't even
tell you if it hit me from the front or the back. Was I looking down
or just lost deep in my own thought as I'm prone to be? Couldn't
tell you.
They were speeding down the highway of emotion. Two lovers
driving drunk. Drunk with passion, blinded by the throb of new love
in full bloom. Having abandoned good judgment in favor of good
feelings they were riding high in a stolen car!
This car was made for cruising in comfort at high speeds. Its
suspension designed to mask all outside feeling. No bumps or
potholes would disturb the sheer pleasure of this illegal drive.
Did they even notice the impact? I doubt they felt a thing. "Did
you feel that? Did we just hit something" they may have said in
passing. Enraptured and preoccupied with their illicit journey into
each other, they drove on.
Badly bleeding on the shoulder of the highway, I watched the
horizon quickly swallow their tail lights miles down the road. They
were history I was road kill. It happens. I guess that what I get
for being so lost in my own thoughts.
