Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Billy

I was driving my car that day.

Dashing across the street he came.

I could not swerve out of his way.

Police said I was not to blame.

His name was Billy I found out,

Six years old, as old as he'd be.

His death a tragedy no doubt,

One forever that would haunt me.

All the "what ifs" have come to mind

For a dif'rent outcome instead,

Searching my soul hoping to find

Forgiveness that Billy is dead.

Whenever I do drive a car,

Thought of Billy is never far.