“Wyd?” That’s what it said. The last text message my big sis ever read. They showed me her phone, With a message typed out. “Nothing rn, wb–” But she never finished writing that line. She wasn’t looking And ran a stop sign. It was a man in a truck. It wasn’t his fault. He helped lay her body out on the asphalt. I’ll never forget the look in his eyes Face streaked with tears, When he heard my ma’s cries. I didn’t know she was gone, I thought she was sleeping. But now I understand why my father was weeping. I wish my big sister had put down the phone, Maybe then she’d be safe, Maybe then she’d come home.
A poem about the impact distracted driving can have on everyone involved. One text could change a life– or end one.