A car almost drove into me earlier today,
For the 2nd time in one week,
There was no cellphone or earphones this time,

But a guy with a shattered world,
I had visited her home again,
Thanks to the car brakes,
I’m still alive,

I had visited her to say I’m sorry
For everything but when I got there
There was no one at the house but
Myself standing at the locked
Door inside their yard.

I didn’t get to see her again,
By the wet of my eyes I knew I could feel pain,
So I left after knocking more than 20 times and
After realising that there was really no one at the house,
With my chin on my chest, my face like
I’ve been witched or seen a ghost,
Took a moment staring at her pictures on my phone, a message came.
With a picture of her and her new lover in bed
With a text read as “move on”
I could feel my footsteps in my mind going to the wrong side,
I had been let down by my pride,
In a woman I thought would be my bride.

Next thing I saw I was standing in front of a car
With my eyes closed, (voices shouting at me), and I was just
Waiting for the sound to destroy my bones.
I had stopped breathing for a moment,
Wished the car had driven into me.
So I that I wouldn’t think of this betrayal
From someone I trusted and who used to say she loved me every day,
Had better things to think like,
“A car almost hit me earlier and I’m not OK”