Should Have Been Mine

That silver plated watch, ticking away the lost seconds on her slender wrist. It should have been mine.

That cup of warm coffee in the smooth, white cup with puffs of visible heat drifting lazily up towards the sky. It should have been mine.

Those smiles and laughter. The hand clasped in his, the simple gold band with a single, square diamond. It should have been mine.

If only that watch could rewind time back to four years ago. Back to before family and friends' condolences and the sobbing. Back to before the sirens of the ambulance and police. Back to before my head whipped at impact and my neck snapped. Back to before the red car with tinted windows and drunken driver. Back to before I died.