Heart Beat Blues

April 22, 2014

I sat in the passenger seat

and listened to the drivers heart beat

their phone went BEEP

then their hand made the leap

as their eyes left the road

time slowed

the car began to swerve

as we entered the curve

no time to react

as we made impact

I then sat in the passenger seat

and listened to the lack of a heart beat

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