The impact only hit you once—
a jerk, a blink, and you were gone—
but several times a week
that car comes crashing into me.
I’m cruising with the music cranked,
a straight shot through the cadence of my day,
when that invisible missile
shocks through my mental windshield
and the world shrieks down
to zero miles per hour.
Again and never-ending
I must keep learning
that I have
lost you.
Backyard Apricots 