Everything with you was
like a car accident,
the kind someone expects
months before, but when
the point of impact arrives,
no one is ever prepared.
Seatbelts and airbags don’t
stop the severity of its
suddenness or the metal
frame collapsing and crushing
through skin and bone. I can
brace my elbows to my chest
stop the outside coming in,
but the forces stay in motion
and you crush my heart
in love. You leap out just
at the edge of the overpass
leaving me descending forward
in suspension. I chose
to keep my door locked
and feel the fall, feel
the collision. I still won’t take
one single moment back.
First published in Poet’s Haven.
Sarah Thursday 