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I awoke this morning to the smell of fresh dew
as it bathed the crimson soaked blades of grass
While I lay there basking in the days anew
I silently wondered as many times of pass
what the smell would be like beneath this patchy mass
dank, dark, or cold like the wind through a January mast
much like my future, present, and past
as I fumble to my feet another familiar scent apparent
but where is she, gone home I'll bet, how inherent
leave me here in my time of need
with my ride busted even worse than me
still staggered, swaggering I reach my car
bits of glass, pieces of plastic, and shards of metal scattered afar
as I scornfully rip open the door I see

No! No! No! ........ how...how can this be?

My absent mind begins to repiece
I don't want to remember, but the flashes will not cease

I could have listened to her endless cries
let's go, let me drive, I don't want to die

As I tearfully hold her lifeless body and the painful truth transpire
I never knew before now the death's actual desire
All the carelessness and recklessness of false despair
Now all I can do is rock and stroke her chesnut hair
Never again will I see those bright green eyes
cheer me up when I dwell on situations I despise

Ignorance and selfishness mixed with a gallon of amber pride
It should have been ME, not my flawless bride

I found this poem very moving and well constructed.

Thank you.

terribly sad