Not Every Death Was Meant To Be - Poem by Samantha Williams
She whispers softly to him now,
To say she's sorry and goodbye.
He will not let her take the blame,
For he's the one who caused the thing.
They fought and argued all night long,
Until the day had broke once more.
'She's only got a little time.'
The day nurse spoke to him alone.
'You cannot fight and do that now,
She needs your heart and all your soul.
Be kind to her and patient too, I
Know you're sorry for what occurred, but you're
Not helping either way, by fighting
Throughout the night and day.'
He's sorry for all that he has done,
And says he'll do his very best.
Though every time he sees her face
He remembers what he's done.
And in that very fleeting moment,
She's gone from him for good.
And never did they say, 'I love you.'
But he said, 'I'm sorry too.'
The past is brought in view to him,
And he remembers everything.
He pushed the gas and not the brake
And that was all it took that day.
It happened fast, and she was flung
From out the car into the pond.
And he was left within the car
All pinned and helpless, dead alone.
He yelled and screamed for help to come,
But no one came for quite some time.
He's sorry that he didn't see, the semi
Coming by. He tried to stop but didn't
Think and pushed the gas but not the brake.
Now he knows what really happeded,
And now it's just too late, ...to tell
Her that he was at fault, and that
He was too late.
He's told the driver went to jail
For driving drunk that night out there.
But now it doesn't matter much
Because his love was killed out there.
That night this man did lose his love
Because another didn't care.
That man drove drunk and hit a car
And ruined not one but many lives.
One man in jail, another hurt, one
Woman gone, three families ruined.
One man destroyed a family's dream.
The other believed he caused the thing.
Though you and I both understand,
The one who drank did cause the thing.
And you and I both understand,
That drinking never solves a thing,
And drinking never ends in joy
But pain, regret, and nothing more.
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