Alone

Written by Jacob Ibrag

This was where we intersected. Alcohol and

drugs within my system. Keys to the ignition around

my finger. I wanted nothing more than to escape my skin,

to drive away and start all over again. I took your life that night,

crashing my car into the passengers side. You were on the phone

with your pregnant wife as she begged you to rush home because

it was finally time. Seven years have passed since then and not

a day goes by that I can’t picture your face. And as I stand

alone with my eyes closed in the middle of this murky

road, I pray to trade places with your soul. Make

something of this life, begin once more.

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