Soon
The sirens sound
The flames, they roar
Scattered debris all around
The tires, they screamed (or was that you?)
Shattered glass surrounds
I hold you in my arms once more
As if to relive the night before
A time less grim
Your hair is wet
Bathed in red
A searing gash upon your head
Your lips so blue
Taste quite stale
I wish for you to enhale
Your eyes so dim
No longer bright
No reflection of moonlight
Limp, lifeless, lost
I pull your body close to mine
Wishing that we had more time
Colder than the coldest night
The chill runs deep
I too begin to feel a sleep
I feel not a spark
No warmth can I recall
And then I start to fall
I touch your cheek
Run fingers through your hair
Trying to avoid your vacant stare
Your head, I lift
Positioned in it’s rightful place
Tears stream down my eroded face
The ends drawls near
My lips, upon yours they press
My love for you, I confess
Your hand, I hold
As We lay a strewn
In your ear, I whisper
See you soon
