you were unconscious, lying helplessly in the dark room
your red hair, almost in a faded color,
your closed eyes and plumbed lips
were nothing more than a blur
the only thing I could perfectly see
was your hand
pale and numb, hanging from the surface.
so I reached out, trying to touch your
fingertips.
it didn’t end well. I couldn’t grab your
hand in the first try
so I tried again.
this time my skin touched yours
and the last thing I remembered
were your fingers
strongly intertwined with
mine.