Turn of the Tide

Mid-April, with cool showers and flowers
For a full month, the friendship would intensify.
At once, just one, a whispered secret pact
Amidst others, gradually, purposely, delivered with tact
You spoke that first one and its manner was timid
Like night's wind: purpose's drive within it
Leaving smiles on the face and lust for
Staying. The first one's accepted and that want
Sent us out with content smiles, worriless minds, happy hearts
Where lights dimmed an buttered popcorn melted in our mouths
Smooth roads, cars and music
We talked and laughed till the wheel was possessed
After the expensive machine tires had stopped
With screeches, and underneath faint black lines stretched
Like a set of tracks. Our hands were entwined
For comfort, our eyes wide as saucers.
We pulled our bodies out of the metal.
But when the police arrived the blood was overflowing,
A crimson-red pool, staining the concrete.
The car was discolored too. Once out of the vehicle
The flesh limped, the eyes were glossing over.
I then wanted to cry, it just wasn't right
That his life should become useless.
Each second I hoped he would move, knew he would not.