:.: And Then There Was One :.:

She stood in the dark,
Her eyes filled with tears,
And her memories seeped back
Over the past eighteen years.

She slipped off her black dress,
Put on her favourite night gown,
And she slid into bed
Plagued by grief so profound.

She felt the cold spot beside her,
Where her husband once lay,
But now he was sleeping
In his bed called the grave.

She recalls waving goodbye
To the blue little Chevy
On the morning of the day
That her heart would grow heavy.

And later that night,
The Chevy headed home.
The sun had gone down,
And the moon was alone.

The light flickered green,
And the car pulled ahead,
But along came a Mazda,
Running a red.

The cars crashed and they crumbled
In a horrible wreck,
And in the mangled blue Chevy,
The man snapped his neck.

And both men involved
In this terrible crash
Lay dead amongst metal,
And sharp shattered glass.

Now the wife of the man
In the Chevy was at home,
Where she lay in her bed,
Cold and alone.

And she couldn't help but wonder
If he'd still be here,
If the man in the Mazda
Had just one less beer.