Hes gone because of me

Hes gone because of me
I chose to let him go
I cant believe I didnt care
If he went to that party or not
Watching my boy drive off
In his little beatle car
Saying to myself
Hell be back in an hour or so
But it never happened
Its hours and hours past the time he should be home
And its my time to finally worry
My fears rise to my throat
When I hear the doorbell ring
I tremble down the hall
And hesitate to open the door
I get my courage up
And find officers standing on my porch
I fall to my knees
Screaming for him to come home
To appear behind the officers

"Ma'am Im sorry for your loss
But your boy was killed tonight
But the drunk driver
Hit him hard
And killed him instantly"

This cant be happening
He'll come home soon
I keep telling myself that
As I close the door
I wait upon hours
And still no return of my son
Then I knew suddenly
Because I didnt care if he had gone or not
Hes gone because of me

{{I did this for a contest}}

[This is how a mother would feel if she lost her son to a drunk driver after not caring that he gone to a party or not]