San Ra
12-14-2016, 11:00 AM
As I sit in traffic on 12, I look at the rail where your motorcycle hit.
I still see it shinning on the ground, as I did on that day of March as I passed by,
wondering who crashed.
I can still see the faded scarf tied where we put it with the flowers.
I play that day we last spoke over in my mind like a loop.
Why didn't you tell him to take his car?
There's no going back, my heart is broken-open.
Thank you for the gifts you gave to my soul:heart:
I still see it shinning on the ground, as I did on that day of March as I passed by,
wondering who crashed.
I can still see the faded scarf tied where we put it with the flowers.
I play that day we last spoke over in my mind like a loop.
Why didn't you tell him to take his car?
There's no going back, my heart is broken-open.
Thank you for the gifts you gave to my soul:heart: