Crash

Their hands slowly slip out of grasp.
The notes passed in class slowly dwindle.
The sunsets now go unwatched from his front porch.
Late night whispers stop.
The ring in his top dresser drawer goes unworn.
Their dreams and hopes of life together, now will never happen.
The rain drops, now lost their dancers.
Her unborn child will never, run in a field of flowers,
Never fall in love.
They were simply driving home.
Now it's over.
Drunk Driver.