We held hands
Two feet apart
Your head on my shoulder
Hands around my waist
Just the both of us
The next minute
I opened my eyes
A waterfall poured down
After all
That was before you were gone
YOU ARE READING
Purple Hyacinth
Poetry[First of The "Hyacinth" Poetry Book Series] I once wished that we won't wither. But I'm sorry, I guess those flowers were us after all.
