We Drove

When I’m driving. It doesn’t matter how much I’m trying. I never expected to crash on Main Street. After getting an ice cream as a treat. We get out and there’s smoke all around. I grab paper off the ground. He gives me his number. Then there’s thunder. He says he can’t hear it. Then away, I start to sprint. They are. Taking their car. Three friends. Laughing like when they used to play pretend. It doesn't matter that he hit the brakes. His two friends start to shake. When I’m driving…when I’m driving… We were both driving, something, something… One of us was left shaking, while one of us…not. One of us had our last thought. He gave me his number, so I tried to call. But some places don’t have reception after all.