He leaves her house
Saying goodnight at the door
And heads homeward
Like so many times before
She has another drink?
Or snorts another line?
No need for a cab
She thinks she’ll be fine
On his lips is the taste
Of his loves last kiss
As he peddles ever onward
Towards the abyss
She drives like a demon
Without any care
Racing over the bridge
Not seeing him there
There is only one winner
When the two come together
Only one outcome
A young man lost forever
In the laws eyes he died a boy
Three days short of being a man
But a very mature boy
A young man with a plan
His life had a purpose
Plans and dreams to be achieved
But his dreams died with him
And they too should be grieved
Too young, too young
To leave dreams unfulfilled
Too soon, too soon
For a young man to be killed
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