Intersection
Sometimes I see his face
Blood framing cheeks in red
Limp and dazed, a sorry case
Hung upside down in dread\
A budding boys club freshman
Or another lonely soul?
I think about his future
Assuming he could grow old\
Still trapped inside the car
They told us he’d be alright
They told me that they lied
But hoped that they were right\
We couldn’t follow the ambulance
But he followed me back home
I still think about his path
Small moments when I’m alone
When our paths diverged
I made something of my own
I don’t know his story
But I hope he made it home\