The memories came crushing in.
There was a party, alcohol, couples, and bonfire,
and we were slow dancing.
I smelt the lemon scent on her hair.
And the air, the dry crisp sharp air.
I noticed.
Her hair was already dark,
blending with the night sky and the stars.
'Hold me,' she whispered.
And I did. So tight.
I was afraid she'd crush between my arms.
And it all fast forward.
There was an ambulance,
tons and tons of cries.
And then the rain. And me.
Alone.
