Gone From a Behemoth

It was in the night this the time and place though I still don't know why.. such a night as this I decided to be out. Would it be elsewhere and yet none taking.. for her, a quirky girl left little to doubt within range of a vast aching. Along the hedgerow, thickly grown and not much less than eight feet in height. Beyond the dark an almost endless forest where moss reclaimed old wars leaving them forlorn and forgotten all the while, the why and wherefore. What is choice, came a kinder voice It usually goes without needing be said never stop in the night, moonless and hopeless. I at last return to her.. and her broken down behemoth of a car.. Don't ask that you try to imagine, or dare a guess at the state of woe, of the machine in distress. Though I asked so much of it or at least tried to gently coax it to the surface where I could smash it. Then the voice said, all serious and low you don't have to always be stoic and maintain a brave face... But still feel it's admirable of you and then she was gone.. without a trace. Do you know what?!? she meant.. to me? and the future I chose we chose ours to last, finally. sadness left our lives here, with hope.