Always.

Behind the wheel, a sudden urge springs forth

as though an empathetic dam had burst.

Would it really hurt? I think.

If the wheel spun away, and the tires didn't squeak.

What if that truck, was my last stop?

Would there still be pain?

A second or two, and the thought isn't through, but my mind is suddenly blank.

A tear swells up, in a discolored eye,

An eternity lives in my heart,

A forever ago, I was surrounded. Distracted.

A forever ago it wasn't so dark.

I grit my teeth. I must make it home, where somebody waits at the door.

A beautiful girl, with a beautiful smile, 

For her, alone is no more.