D500

You're living your dream

White picket fence

Trophy wife

and a beautiful little girl

who I hope has given you

the title I never could

You seem happy

Though all that guilt

in your eyes that night

in November tells

a different story

I hope they tell you

that I'm doing fine

Not that they

would know or care

They're anything

but altruistic

Eight years later

Still waiting for things

to get better

Cursed with the nightmares

Reliving every second

of something no one

can ameliorate

We may live in two

separate worlds

Though this Sunday

those two worlds will collide

for a split moment

when the 'most famous' words

in motorsports are delivered

I'll sit and watch the first few laps

sipping bourbon infused tea

from your old coffee mug

and wonder what your thoughts

are on the new kid behind the 24

before my break is over

and I have to get back

to my twelve