Lonely Road
Sarah Mars
I look in front of me,
I look behind me,
and there is no one.
The GPS tells me to turn right.
I don’t listen—
I keep going straight.
A car enters the road in front of me.
It is the only other car on the road
and it is you in the car.
We crash.
Boom! Bam! Slam!
My airbag deploys.
Crash!
We should have stopped
and gotten out of the car and
checked for damage.
But we kept driving.
Driving on a road that we shouldn’t be on
with broken bumpers and flat tires.
I think that I am bleeding,
but I keep following you
on this lonely road with you and me.
Bruised,
broken,
and a little damaged.