Sit under the autumnal tree i first saw you
Head of hair, untamed
Letting the breeze caress your hair.
“Why don’t you sit here?” Bravely i spoke to her,
Eyes facing down, hopeless in thoughts,
Motionless and dead, bloodless,
Cold and afraid.
Her body was warm by my side
Silently whispering something to me
As her hand covered her face.