With a jump in the bed
I wake in the dark
Check the time on the clock
And that’s when it starts
The memories, rushing in
That night, two years ago
A car that crashed
Left her on the road
It happened so fast
Water slicked the ground
They couldn’t see her bike
They didn’t slow down
I grab the radio, turn it on
Drown out that night, that sight
But it doesn’t stop
The images turning in my mind
The hours will pass
I’ll lie awake and drifting
In and out of that nightmare
The sleepless, the dead, the living.
I must be in one of my morbid moods! As a bicycle rider myself, the thought of being hit by a car (or seeing someone be hit) is frightening. Two people I know have recently had this experience, so it is close to home.