I remember leaving your house after I kiss you while you slept in your bed,

you looked peaceful and you still had a smile present,

I'm only assuming you were dreaming of the future we could have together

but it was cut short.

I remember driving down the road with 90.1 FM playing,

my eyelids flicker like a candle that's wick is at an end.

I can almost feel myself landing in bed after leaping into it

but I missed and fall on my face.

I remember stopping at the red-light and looking at the analog clock,

it'd only take me another ten minutes to get home

15 minutes if there was traffic

but then again, it was two in the morning. Who is in traffic at two in the morning?

I remember passing through that intersection thinking

that you'd stop at the red light because following the rules of the road is important

at all hours of the day

but you obviously didn't care enough when you pummeled through my driver's side door.

I remember hitting the driver's wheel hard enough for my front teeth to scrape the

polyps on the back of my tongue and my left arm being crushed

by your all black Honda Accord that was going 65 to 75 miles per hour,

but the speed limit was 35 mph.

I remember my car flipping down the hill next to the road,

hitting each bump on the way down,

it reminded me of when I was a kid, I'd slide down the steps on my ass,

but my ma's wasn't at the bottom to tell me not to do that again.

I remember pushing the broken windshield out of its frame and undoing the seatbelt,

crawling my way out of the car was more agonizing than running that eighteen minute

mile in P.E. class in the sixth grade,

but I recovered from running a mile, not a fatal car accident.

I remember the coolness of the grass on my cheek as I lay motionless next to the

mangled mess that was my car,

I'll miss the many seshs' that took place in that car

but I'll try to remember the last one as well as I can.

I remember the countless times I picked you up to go to West Philly

to break empty 40 oz bottles we find there and to see who'd smoke us up,

and at the end of the day, we'd talk about getting something to eat somewhere different

but we'd end up going to WaWa.

I'll remember clinging on to my last breath like you clung onto me

when we first shared the same bed,

I never had slept better in my whole life than I did with you by my side,

except the night I died.