the accident

when i see you
limp in on
crutches, your
head bandaged,
and your arm
in a cast, i ask
you why, or
who, and what
happened. you
manage a small
wry smile and
say, you should
have seen the
other guy, but
then you sit
and tell me
that it's your
heart that will
never mend. all
of this will
heal, you'll get
better. she was
the one you truly
loved and now
she's with someone
else. by the way,
you tell me,
never ski at
night while
drinking.