One Second Difference

The bright, warm sun shines on my face as I roll down my friends tinted window on my side.

The people in the back, including the driver, roll down their window as well.

The fresh, spring air starts to fill in the car,

which makes our hair dance as we continue to go 55 miles per hour down the street.

 

As the heavy vehicle carries us miles down the street,

I see green trees and old buildings moving fast as we past by.

I hear the surrounding birds, chirp with happiness,

and the gallop of horses as their mane flow in the wind and play with the other horses.

 

David stops the car at a red light and looks down in his lap.

What could he be possibly looking at?

His phone lights up and his fingers start to move rapidly.

The light changed and he starts to roll the car again, as he finishes his text.

 

We move swiftly down the road of 401.

He turns left off of 401 and into a neighborhood of one of our friends.

He drops Elizabeth off and we say goodbye.

Did she know it will be our last goodbye?

 

He pushes in the gas pedal, building up momentum.

We drive down 401 again, coming to a stop at a red light.

He looked down in his lap, again.

Moving his fingers as he replied to his friend.

 

He started to move the car again, while his phone is still in his lap.

I see this from the corner of my eye.

I am distracted by my friend, Sara, in the back,

conversating about the movie we want to watch next week.

 

I look forward to watching ‘Final Destination’ and talk about it with my friends.

I look forward to seeing my other friends,

and watch this movie with them.

Will I actually be able to watch it with the rest of my friends  next week?

 

David speeds up to 60 miles per hour,

trying to race this random person in a Camero.

It was exciting, it was heart-racing.

Will we be able to do this again?

Sara and I made fun of David,

for being slow.

He blushed and slowed down before we got in trouble.

His phone buzzed and little did we know,

things would change just because of a simple text.

 

His eyes leaves the road for a second.

I don’t think much of it because everyone does it.

Sara is busy creating videos on her phone,

what could possibly go wrong?

 

He tries to text rapidly,

but did he know he swerved off into the other lane of oncoming traffic? No.

We all noticed it when it was too late.

Was the text really that important?

 

We collided with a blue Honda, who carried a family of three.

A wife, a husband, and a young child.

Both cars were totalled.

No one survived except for David.

 

I, nor the rest of the people that did not survive, will not continue to live life.

I wanted to experience and grow.

Will I, or any of the others, be able to do that now? No.

Was the text really that important David?

 

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