The morning was so young and still
The heavy air was cold,
My love went out to face the day
Across our new threshold.
Our car was standing in the drive,
The key turned easily,
The engine set in motion then
The things that came to be.
I didn't rise to say farewell,
My bed was soft and warm,
There was nothing to show this day
Would differ from the norm.
The road was dark and sheathed with ice,
The tyres were rather worn,
And at the sharp turn in the lane
My nightmare world was born.
The mangled wreck is in the lake
My dreams are in the ground,
My heart is broken into shards
My love was maimed and drowned.
My love came home one final time,
Dressed in his wedding suit,
He rests now in a wooden bed,
My joy forever mute.
This is my attempt at a response to the One Stop Poetry Form Monday.
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