The White Sheet

If only the driver hadn't been driving so reckless.

Silent tears ran down his cheek,

Leaving behind a sad, sad streak.

As he bent to whisper the sacred words in her ear,

The one last "I love you" filled his heart with fear.

Memories ran through his head,

Of laughing together, sitting among the stuffed animals on her bed.

Her delicate hand felt so icy, so cold,

As he thought how he'd never again have her to hold.

One of his classmates, a real snob,

Told him " I'm sorry" as he started to sob.

Draped in despair,

The white sheet filled the surrounding air.

It would only get worse,

As they loaded her body in to the dark, black hearse.

The next day,

It hit him, that that driver must pay.

Too often they don't,

Just another sob story, hers be won't.

She must not die in vain,

He has already suffered oh so much pain.

This is what happens to those left alive,

When friends let friends drink and drive.