Thursday, March 02, 2017

On a Frictionless Plane



The found you some 200-odd kilometers away from your apartment. No one in your town knew you had left immediately after work, much less that you were at that moment 38 meters underwater.

And if no one else had seen you careen off the bridge, it was probable no one could have known. There was barely any mark on the barrier that your car breached before it flew down into the dark waters below.

I get it. It was raining and the road was slick. I don't know what maneuvers you pulled out of your skill set to accomplish this feat, but it must have been equally slick - as the road that Friday night.

I wonder what you were thinking as you plummeted. Did you have time to look at what you saw? The swirling waters that opened up to welcome you. This is what you wanted, of course, right? Did you have time to regret that decision that you must have meticulously planned out? Or quite as easily impulsively decided 10 seconds before impact.

I don't know why I'm driving towards you now. Every traffic light turns red as I approach the intersection, seemingly warning me to stay away, but I have to see you for myself, somehow this is how it all ended.