High Beams

High Beams
We were happy, burn cruising
Across empty roads, fascinated
By the grey swirls, inside and out.
We rounded the corner, laughing,
Joking, breathing. Living.

The beams caught your eyes,
The truck caught your car
And threw your life,
Along with your body,
Out the window, into the rain.

When I wake I feel such pain,
That death may claim me as well.
But I fight it, and every morning
My eyes open.
I stayed alive,
Why couldn’t you?