With Respect

I drive past them quietly as I lower my head, the tragic resting places, the mournful highway sites of the loved ones now gone. They show us our mortality, they show us all the pain, they show us the senseless tragedy... of souls who are now elsewhere, of the loved ones now gone. We all take for granted the fragileness of life, we seem so immortal until we pass the markers and think of the loss - of the loved ones now gone. A vast network of pavement connects all those who mourn, we drive by and wonder about the carnage, about the lives of the loved ones now gone. I can't imagine the suffering families and friends must endure, I can only drive past with respect... of souls who now are elsewhere, of the loved ones now gone.