So I sat,
I really had nothing better to do,
Nowhere else to go,
I had to sit and reflect upon things,
No one else was left,
You all had gone,
I resigned myself to the quite and sat in it as long as I could,
Then I had to turn on the radio,
It had gotten to me,
The expanse of night,
The stars,
The cold air,
The feeling that I wasn't helping.

So then I started to drive,
No longer satisfied by sitting in the noise of my radio,
I had to drive,
To move,
To get myself as far away from there as I could,
Away from where I stood as I watched you pull away,
Watched as all help I could,
Had,
Did,
Offer.
Was lost,
With your hope.

I drove past your house.
A few times actually.
I looked and wondered what thoughts there were,
In your head,
Wondered if you were lying scared in your bed.
I couldn't do anything.
I had to keep driving.

As I pulled out of the intersection,
Narrowly missing the ambulance,
Swerving to miss it.
I saw the dieing man inside,
The look on his face,
Hidden by the air mask he wore.
Would this be his last day?
I just kept driving.

I have no other choice.
I knew where you were,
I could have stopped,
But I know that it wouldn't help.
I knew when I saw the light on,
That you weren't in your room.
You were sitting alone.
And there was nothing I could do.
But drive.