Lost In Traffic

I wonder if it hurt when her life was taken away.
When she said her last words, on that cold winter day.
Did she even see it coming, or was it out of the blue?
If she even had time, to warn the other two.

Was it quick and over in a matter of time?
When that cold-hearted man, committed the crime.
Why did it have to happen, why was it her?
How come it happened right then, why not later?

Did it happen on purpose, or was it by mistake?
Did he know after drinking, three lives he would take?
I guess it was just a tragedy, a form of bad luck.
If he even realized it when those girls were struck.

Every time I think of it, a part of me gets sick.
Now she's just the girl, who was lost in traffic.

This was a poem for one of my old friends who was hit and killed along with her two best friends, by a drunk driver. Please rate and comment.