Silence

On their way home after a day in the hills, Driving down the winding road, passing Little Sweden, Two best friends laughing, talking, having a great time, The laughter stops, everything goes dark, his body numb, The road is warm underneath him, There is no noise, just silence and still, Looking around slowly he sees his friends body laying still in the dirt, He pulls himself up, calls his name, he did not answer, His hand shaking, he reaches to help him, he looks down, Blood covering his flannel shirt, he feels sick and never so scared, He tells himself it will be ok, his friend will be ok, he has to be ok, Sirens heard in the distance were getting closer, they stop, He hears voices and shouting, again silence, He tries to wake up from this bad dream, he wants to wake up, This can't be real, it has to be a horrible dream, He hears crying, he feels tears, it is him crying, it is his own tears, This is not a bad dream, Who could have known, That today, the life of one best friend would suddenly end, And that the life of the other would be left, Forever trying to mend.