Wreck

Glass glittering on the cold pavement
Sparkling in the cold moonlight
Crunching beneath booted feet
They shine despite the dark night

Gleaming fragments dot the ground
Wetly shining glittering red
Ruby drops gleaming dully
Like blood red stones crowning a head

He sits crying a sound of anguish
Sobs racking eyes sliding closed
Breathing heavily nostrils flared
A broken form his body posed

Watching in a daze as they come
The lights blinding his eyes
Spots forming as he watches
This shock numbs him to surprise

Someone comes asks if he’s fine
“Why should I be?” he wants to shout
Instead mumbled something incoherent
Wondering why this came about

He blames himself for what happened
Not understanding this accident at all
A bright light shines on his face
Toward it he tries to crawl

Gently a hand grips his shoulder
A voice tells him to calm down
A man leans in view pushing him back
Telling him not to move around

“What happened?” the man demands
“I don’t know,” he said
He watches as the glass sparkles
Tiny droplets of red

The metal is twisted
Crushed into a crumpled sheet
Black scraped and scratched
And there she sits in the seat

The light of his life
The morning sun
Gone is her laughter
She died so young