~After several accidents, many things go through my head when I'm in a car, this is one of them where it's part fact, part fiction.~
Our eyes glisten with tears
as we laugh at another horrible joke;
trying to calm down
because it's the middle of the night.
Everytime we sit together
laughing is all that's heard;
I am the brother he doesn't have,
though I'm no more than a young lady
who climbed trees with him.
We use our little voices,
tiny but too funny to ignore,
and tell more jokes than everyone can bear
for they continue to yell for silence.
Even this night,
as we drive home from our trip,
and our laughter is roaring through our pillows
that we hold over our mouths to qiuet ourselves down
But as we continue to make animal shadows
on our parents head,
we pretend to communicate
with our attempts for last laugh.
In his eyes
my laughter grows,
and deep down I know
I would be nowhere without my twin brother.
Lights around blur,
the rain becomes blinding
though it is not enough
to calm the roaring flames
that devour my parents instantly.
I can't deny the pain
even as my body goes numb;
when I wake again,
there is only one surviver from our van.
I wish now
that the truck behind had read CAUTION
instead of trying to ignore
the red lights ahead.
Moreso, I wish I hadn'te wasted
my last chance
to tell the people riding in our van,
"I love you" and "good bye"