like two cars crashing into each other,
and both cars driving off from the scene-
with their mangled dents attached;
and the course of their lives that mingled
for but a second, a blink of an eye-
the children in shock crying in the backseat
how fortunate for some to have that
second chance to move on with life,
when others have died with their hearts
smeared on the dashboards, a short-lived
reverie thrown through the windshield
onto the highway of a once loved,
but forgotten destination.
