My hand has yours
Soft and warm
I can feel the gentle pull
from the swing of your arm

Down the street
Red Cars line the road
I love you
but you don't know yet

Rainfall
I don't look at you
I'm afraid to ruin this
Blood drops stain the sidewalk

Your hand turns cold
its stiff, there's no more pull
I finally turn to you
unable to resist

You're not there
but your hand still is
Severed at the wrist
Where are you?

I turn to search
our traveled path
You lie face down
melting into the sidewalk