Is it me that breathes alone?
That sees the gentle glow of headlights in the gloom,
Guiding people I will never know.
Was it me that raised a hand?
Was it they who drove too fast?
To see the shape, and hear the cry
Of someone who used to be your friend….
If you had 6 minutes to live – what would you do?
You’ve got 6 seconds less now – what will you do?
If you had everything you wanted – what good would it do?
Would you be more than you are now…. – would you?
Is it me that weeps alone?
That stops the angry glow of headlights in the gloom
The last remaining thoughts….
Of someone who used to love you.