I wrote this in memory of a girl named Heather. In 1993, my girlfriend and I were driving on Interstate-84 when we came upon a tractor trailer parked in the median and a red Nissan Sentra on top of the westbound guardrail near exit 13 in Fishkill, NY. To make a long story short, we were there 15 minutes before a trooper showed up, and when he finally got to the scene he called in help for a disabled vehicle, ignoring the fact that a girl was dying. The next cop that showed up called in the ambulance and fire department who finally showed up nearly 45 minutes after my girlfriend and i got there. By the time the EMT's had pulled her from the car, all the effort my girlfriend and I had applied, was wasted. Heather was dead at age 19 from excessive bleeding (and multiple fractures and head trauma). After they put her on a backboard, they revived her multiple times, she lived in a coma for a few days and then that was all her body could handle. Would she have lived if that dickhead trooper got there sooner and called for the right help? Yes, I think so. She fought death as hard as she could. Looking at me with bleeding eyes, she could only fight so much. I admire her for that. Although I never knew you Heather, I miss you. You are a stranger I'll never forget!

I never got a chance heather,
a chance to introduce myself.
You may not remember me much,
but I was there when you died..

You were only 19 years old,
and I saw the scared look in your eyes.
I tried my best to save you heather,
I tried to not let your flesh turn cold.

I can still see you trapped, in pain,
your life draining from your body.
Red is all I see, nothing else mattered,
all I wanted to do was save you.

Although I only knew your name and age,
I feel as though I have lost a friend.
It is something I wish I could forget,
but it'll stay with me til the end.

It was not your fault you went,
nor was it mine.
But nature paid you a visit,
and selfishly stole the rest of time.

You will never be forgotten!