It's been two weeks
My silver truck speeding
The grey hard rock
Passing below
And to the right of the white line
A mangled red car
It looked so much like yours
My mind began to worry
Drifting from one sorrow to the next
The thought of your passing
The black suits and dresses
The fresh brown dirt to make room for you
The silly blue tent holding back the rain
And then a smile broke my lips
Knowing it wasn't you
To the right of the white line
And continued on my way to work
Only to get the call
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