Accidental Passengers

I'd always wanted to run into him,
But maybe not quite in that way—
The day we met on the double blind curve.

Both had veered out

A bit over the middle,
Into each other’s lane.
We shared an ambulance
To the neighboring town—
45 miles of quiet stares—
Strangely reached for each other’s hand,
Until I lost consciousness
And his voice was faint,
“You are beautiful when you bleed.”

 -jenn long