As my windshield connects with the pole I wonder how this is what heartbreak is akin to.
The crinkling of glass is often confused with voicemail tones and forgotten 'I love you's'.
Beams of headlights reflect mistakes long forgotten as you leave like a drive-by.
My neck snaps back while the airbag leaves bits of blue and black.
And during it all you watch my demise through passive eyes whilst pining for another's embrace to