The Man At the Corner

The man at the corner is waiting for me. He is standing there extremely patiently. I see him in a dark brown coat. Which compliment his chocolate brown eyes. The bright red roses in his hand I can see from down the block. He looks down at his watch and notices that I am late. I start to walk a little faster. My heels click upon the sidewalk. He looks up into my eyes And he smiles as he walks towards me. A deafening screech brings us to a halt. A flash of red drenches me in filth. His eyes open wide and he walks towards me. The red flash comes faster and plows over the man. He keeps driving into the building. I sprint to the man Who is dying before my eyes. I softly lift his head And he looks into my eyes. Coughs a little blood and says the words I love you. The words leave my mouth as well with tears down my cheeks. As his eyes roll back into his head I kiss him on the lips. Tears break out once more As he is put into the ground. The ring on my left hand I'm twisting nervously around. I cry at the diamond and curse that I was late. For if I wasn't he would have lived. The man at the corner was my husband waiting there for me He was standing there extremely patiently.