I never knew the meaning of chaos until I first saw her.
She was gorgeous but it ached to look at her. She was life incarnate, there to plea for my existence.
My foot shatters on the brake pedal. 
He wasn't to be seen. I felt him, though; he stole the breath from my lungs.  He was a frozen shadow, despair, he was death.  He had enveloped us both.
She and he met, a discussion was had, a bargain made.  She had wanted him to allow enough of her light into his unending darkness.  Enough of her radiance to spare me and keep my being in this world, my soul on this spiritual plane.
My body begins disintegration; the world spins.  I turn, you're hitting the windshield.
They had reached an agreement.  I would survive.
She had saved me, you had not been saved.  She had pled for you and you were given nine short months.  Nine months, and then a lifetime of missing you.  I feel her watching me sometimes as I squander her gifts.  I am ashamed, though, it seems all I have managed to do is drown in life's possibilities.
He is gone now.  He has claimed you as his prize and in the remnants of his darkness I am now lost.


I don't know who wrote this, or who it is about but I think it is a truely beautiful piece of writing.