Here’s that pretty girl

She always says hi

Always asks how we are doing.

She’s sweet and young.

After the crash we found her picture

with her name scribbled on the back

Stuck into his wallet.

In all these years,

We have never asked her

How she knew him.

Often as she smiles and waves goodbye,

I picture her and two young children,

A boy and girl,

and think about what might have been.

 

© Words by Dan DeMarle 2016