I have been running
In the rain..
Towards a wall with spikes..
My feet draw red.
On the mountain road..
We used to come here for hikes.

I see flowers
You used to pick
Scattered on tattered rocks..
The stale wind pierces
The flesh of my face
Its your kisses it mocks.

My ankles hurt
Your back is long gone..
To give me a joyous ride..
I swallow the pain..
I close my eyes..
Your face in my head, my guide.

I am inches away
I can taste the blood..
The seconds stretch to hours..
And the world slows down..
I know its the end..
Yet it doesn't scare, it empowers.

Then I hit the wall...
I die, I hang..
A few feet off the ground..
My fish eyes fixed
On our road below..
I hope I will see you around.