Highway 85 (A Memory) Poem by Jessica Hughes

We rode along highway 85, I saw a tear
wailing in the corner of his eye. I kept
my mouth shut, didn't say a word.
Focusing on the nice scenery on that
sun shiny day in mid July.

Although, I pretended as if it didn't bother me,
my mind wreaked with pain. At the age of 24,
you can only have so many flashbacks.
I became so angry, to the point, I wanted to
explode. His body being slashed by
a machete is what I saw.
In a moment of infinity___

How could he do this to me? To Us?
We reached our destination;
secretly regrouping ourselves.
Everything appearing to be normal...