In the place where we first locked hands,
I will leave a note.
A note that describes the feelings I felt when our palms met,
a surge of energy and a glimpse into the future,
our relationship strong and our love, lossless.

In the place where we first kissed,
you will find a rope.
A rope that holds my neck fifty feet above the highway,
off a bridge, as I fade into death,
our relationship strong but your love, lost.
For while my love remains strong, I shall end.
Because it was on your love that I depend.
I once was alive here,
now I shall take this memory to death.