You can't even drive a car
without running into a stopped van.
How could I have expected you
to drive a relationship
without running into potholes
too big to navigate around?
Why could I not have driven myself,
alone,
and avoided the potholes,
perhaps even avoided the road they were on altogether?
The damage to the van you ran into
consisted of shards of your headlights laying on its bumper,
but your car was smashed to pieces
and I was inside.
How could I have ever thought you would keep me
safe?
Yet when we went to tell your dad about your car
I laughed:
Somewhere deep inside perhaps I knew the joke would be on me.
Your dad got upset at which car you had smashed:
"Couldn't you have at least crashed the car we could have sold for scrap
metal?"
You couldn't even crash a car right.
Ashley Ravenwood, 2/1/97