I knew Vivian in high school when she
was a fun and studious girl.

I had a crush on her, and felt she had
a crush on me,

but we never really got to know
each other,

like a might-have-been or a love
lost.

After graduation, at a post-high school party
that I was unable to attend,

she got drunk for the first time, and on the
way home,

she lost control of her car and died instantly
when she plowed into a semi-trailer truck.

Now I see Vivian in occasional dreams,
telling me she misses me

and saying we’ll be together soon, which,
I must confess, scares the hell out of me.

Bob Boyd