False Accusations

this is just wrote, off the top of my head, no its not a poem.
its a story. i have no idea where it came from, but i just wrote it and maybe ill clean it up later and add parts. so this is a draft. titled "false accusations"

A car drives along a long dirt road in the early morning hours
it stops slowly at the edge of a cliff with the door opening with reflection of the morning sun
a man steps out, looking around as he moves to the front of the car,
dressed in a suit, tie, grey and his hair brown but messy as if he didn't sleep
he looks over the side, seeing the shape of a car down below with a blue roof and smashed front
a memory shows in his mind of a time he knew this car, of his own wife driving it as he said goodbye with a kiss
the same afternoon she didn't come home, he wondered where she was and called the police to report her missing
a search was started as they looked at him, from reports of the neighbours saying they had a lot of fights
there he thought bringing himself back to see the car over the edge in the darkness below
now with proof of his accused but no evidence crime, he is at the scene of where she has died
working his way down, a path to follow, bike riders and hikers took long ago still shows all the way down to the bottom
more memories, more sadness, as he tells the detective he is innocent

they ask him a question, "where is she?" and more accusations are thrown in his face
with nothing to proove he did it, he was released to go home
taking a shower, the water sprays on his hair, then down his face with eyes shut tight
flashes of images, coming into focus
a car going over the edge of a cliff
the sounds of breaking glass
a scream heard
then nothing but blackened silence
he knew the place, turning off the shower
getting dressed into his work clothes as nothing else was ready
he drove, for what it seemed was an eternity, but his car was going over the limit the whole way
stopping at the top of the cliff
he approaches the car, blue, broken and cold
the sunlight finally shines in, he moves slowly around the side, looking in
the scent of rotting meat
in the back seat, he sees, she had gone shopping and now the food is exposed and off
explaining the rotting smells
he sees hair, her hair, curls of darkness with brown
reaching for the handle, not enough to handle in his emotions
the door clicks open, as he pulls to show her to him to know what fate has become
she sits in the chair, still
some blood on the glass of the door
from her arm
he climbs a little higher, as he cannot get closer from the position he moves
seeing her face with eyes closed, he begins to cry
acceptance she is dead
the sun shines down on her as the police wait up the top looking down at him below
they followed him
watched him closely
the detective comes down with some officers
arresting him, slamming him down on the rocks, "get a stretcher for the corpse." the detective yells
as they hold the husband, the wife opens her eyes
she turns her head
she calls out
she is alive
looking straight at her husband, seeing him sigh with relief
"honey, your alive, thank god."
she looks at him in handcuffs
as he moves closer, she thinks up something as she was trying to leave him, she remembers the nights before
the fight lasted some hours after she caught him cheating with another girl
he kicked the chair, smashed a glass
walking out, she was upset and cried on the porch
as he talked to her, telling how much he loved her
as she forgave him that night, and in the morning she kissed him goodbye, but her plan was perfect to leave
going shopping for some food and going to stay with a relative up north
she took a wrong turn in her anger, accidently going over the cliff
this is where she was stuck for 2 days and nights to this morning sun rise
he found her, but now as she wonders, why handcuffed behind
putting it all together, that he was accused of killing her,
then suspiciously he found her
the shock she is alive at all
"keep him away from me!" she yells scared
"what are you talking about?" the husband yells back
"he tied to kill me, put me in the car and drove it off the edge." she points
the detective smiles
"gotcha" he whispers, as the plans of the wife change to fit the sequence of events
she comes home from the hospital to an empty house
all is hers, after her husband is sentenced with attempted murder, when he didn't do anything at all