i watched the slow motion
impact of him with the car.
the thump turned my eyes
from the red and green explosions.
did the fireworks drive him into the street?
i was the one who stood next to
his writhing body, bending over
not knowing what to say or do.
everyone told me to get back.
i told him it would be ok.
i wonder if he heard me.
i wonder if he already knew.
i wonder if he will remember me
in heaven or as a new fig tree.