The Text
It was a Friday night
I was texting my girlfriend
When it happened
We were just texting
That's it
Texting
When all I got was
See you soeslkndfaoskt
I didn’t know what that meant so I didn’t think much of it
But an hour later I saw it on the news
I guess I wasn’t going to see Shelly soon
I was still going to see her
Just
Not alive
How was I supposed to know
I couldn’t have just read her mind
The news headline that night had been
The Final Text
And on the screen it showed a turned over car
And a phone that said
See you soeslkndfaoskt
How was I supposed to know she was driving
Shelly wouldn’t see me soon
Shelly wouldn’t see me ever
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