The tires squeal,
the windshield pop,
with crunching metal,
the traffic cop
Said no one is
at fault, you see.
So now you are
back home with me.
When first I heard
about the crash,
I saw your life
pass in a flash.
In every scene
where you were there
a floral fragrance
filled the air.
SMD
8.4.2012
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