Shoulder Glass

The paramedic collects the fragments

Amber and clear

From his shoulder

And that of the road

It was cold, icy

Couldn't see the truck coming

You should have been here by now

An eight hour drive

Michigan to Missouri

It's been twelve

It wasn't the plan

You wanted to confess

Your love, for me, to me

Repair our separation

A mistake

Now you knew

But without warning

Plans dashed

And so I will die too

Never knowing the love of you

Your intentions in shards

Along the shoulder of the highway

Sparkle hopefully in the headlights

As my eyes did for you

My heart, a brittle artifact

I'll collect it's pieces

And

I'll try to put them back together

But some were buried

With you

And the glass in your shoulder