Moonlight Drive - Chris Cloake - Bog

On a moonlight drive I lost my dream. Jill was that dream. Why did I drive the car so fast? I knew the road was wet. Why did there have to be that big old tree waiting for us on the corner? And why did I live while she died? Each fine moment keeps coming back to me. Her face, that smile, her skin so soft and eyes so wild. I wake up to her husband at my bedside, holding my hand and crying. He knows nothing of our love. I will survive, he assures me. I can go home to my wife and children. See my parents again. Go back to my old job. Run and play sport again. I want none of this. Only Jill. I need to be with her. I need our love. I must escape this pain. I need another moonlight drive.