If

The sound of the crash, the ambulance
Her seeing it, me believing it
My gut feeling to be true
It was you the nights of ICU
The operations made so rods could replace the vertebrae shattered
The glass scattered
The chit-chatter of neighbors looking on
Me yelling at my nephew telling him to get the baby gone
The X-rays, different expressions of upon your face
You saying I’m a walk again
M believing it
Dismissing all the information MD’s would giv
My cousins coming in, the tears running and
The drugs dripping, the IV
Times I purposely left the room so you couldn’t see me crying
Knew how not dying wasn’t exactly the kind of consolation
You wanted to hear
Needed to hear, trying every night to be there
But someone had to care for our little one
Her drawing pictures, missing you, waiting for that day to come
If we could turn back the hands of time
Rewind the past
Would it change the path, our destiny?
Or were certain things just meant to be the way they are
Written within the stars
Even if they leave scars