Crunched metal, of cars accordions aside...
Ended by death, in bloodied, this ride.
Her fair skin, blond hair, ushered a-strewn...
The life of hers, was, diluted by noon.
Ambulance's sirens wailed off, in the distance, afar...
She lied bleeding away, lain useless, beside her rumpled car.
He got the call from the E.R's Doctor, on duty...
'Your wife has passed! ', escaped your ears, as in silenced,
mish-mashed, unintelligence, and mooty.
Your world, now seems to have crashed, in and around you, tight...
To keep the tears held at bay, would be, an emotional, saddened fight.
Three days have passed, with you at her forlorn, and sadly grave....
Now, for your children's sake, you must be all pivotal, and, unmovingly brave.
Your lower lip, did quiver and quake...
At her memories, love, that was from you, by death's, greedy, grasping, take.
Your lover, will be no more...
Left behind, will be a heart in-hued, with an angered sorrowed,
ached feeling, in-store.
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