No Title, Yet - 34

As I sit here and ponder About words someone once said, My mind can’t help but wander. They keep floating in my head. Words so simple and easy, So much rattling around. But they tend to escape me. I won’t stop until they’re found. If I just concentrate more. I heard the words many times. I’ll find what I’m looking for, Though I’m sure they had no rhymes. They must have been plain as day. I can almost remember. At the time they came my way, It was a cold day in December. When I was just a child, The words were so loud and stern. Being foolish and wild, I gave them little concern. I was busy being me, Like I didn’t have a care, Feeling so happy and free, Running fast from here to there. I can picture where I was. I think I have a notion. But it’s very weird because I see it in slow motion. It was very late at night, Our anniversary date. Though I knew it wasn’t right, I just didn’t want to wait. I had very little wine, So, I hopped into my car. I figured I would be fine, But I didn’t get too far. As I jumped the curb and crashed, I knocked my wife to the ground. I must have been really trashed. I heard not one, single sound. When I got out of my car And I held my wife so near, Those five words were not so far. They became so very clear. When I looked into her eyes, And while she was still alive, And I knew she would soon die, She said, “Please don’t drink and drive.”