Steps

 

There's a thing about steps that always bugged me

We don’t remember our first steps

None of us remember our first step to this day

But although you may not

Someone else does

Whether it be your Aunt Susie May

Or your granny or mother

Someone always remembers that step

Never ourselves though

 

We never remember our first steps

Or our last steps

But someone always will

No one ever sees their last steps coming either

At least he didn’t

 

We were just walking

That's it

Just walking

We weren’t pushing or fighting or anything like that

Just walking home

From school

We were talking

Just talking and walking down the sidewalk

He lived just across the street from me

We had been friends since we were two

He always had a keen eye

But I guess today wasn’t his lucky day

Or anyones lucky day for that matter

 

We had just gotten to my house when he turned to cross the street

But he wasn’t watching

I tried to warn him

I really did and he heard

But he didn’t react fast enough

The car was too fast

He wasn’t fast enough

He only took one step

But I guess one step is all it takes to end a life

 

What made me want to scream and shout was that the car didn’t even stop when it hit him

It just kept going as if nothing was wrong

As if what he had hit was merely a squirrel crossing the road at the wrong time

I didn't see it coming

No one did

 

That’s the funny thing about steps

You never know what one will be your last

Trevor taught me that

It was a tough lesson

But he taught me that I need to live my life to the fullest

To take every step as if it were my last