Snatched from a young daughter’s tiny arms.
Drunken thieves uncaring as to the harm.
Their pride, only bruised, ran you down….
That dark May night far from town.
A small child’s destiny eternally changed.
At that immortal speed not just metal rearranged.
What was it like, as you rode between the veil of heaven and earth?
Did the road keep going, wind still blowing?
Screeching tires, molten metal, our lives, exploding.
Frozen at twenty-three, forever young.
Your last glorious ride into the sun.
Your new Harley buried six feet under.
A lifetime I’ve been left to wonder…”

~S. R. Craig, 2015