i held the one i loved one last time
and get caught up in my thoughts:
i was a bush
and she was a tree
hugging me and dancing to the beat of the wind
as i stood there admiring her from afar.
i knew that would be the last i saw her
but by the time that thought came to mind,
i had spent our last hug thinking
instead of embracing her warmth like i pictured it would be.