Seer

This is how I remember it.

Twisted metal, a burnt fragrance, the sound of shattered glass.

Sirens in the distance, their mournful call announcing their aid will arrive too late.

You will be driving to work and look down at the wrong moment.

It's no one's fault, it was scripted, no intoxicant to blame.

I tried to keep you home, made every excuse, every earnest plea.

I've watched it happen a hundred times before breakfast this morning

And a hundred more the night before.

It's almost as though you'd planned the entire thing.

Don't go.