Noises dwindle into murmurs muted;

Shrieking sirens fade

Voices melt onto each other;

A surreal escapade

Where the hysteria

Comes within numbing pain

Where I stand, on the concrete street

Beneath the falling rain

This is where I stare

On my knees

And upon my lips

Linger unspoken pleas

For a chance to whisper

Into her ear

Something I know

Shel never be able to hear

Her eyes are shut

Her skin is pale

And in the cold

It becomes so real

I see the bright crimson;

A pool beneath her head

As mocking echoes coldly declare:

The girl is dead.

I reach out to touch her face

To tell her to stay

But theye covered her in white now

Theye taking her away

I couldn even tell her

What Ie wanted to say for so long

And now she gone.

Everything gone wrong

By the moonlight, in the chilly breeze

Crowds disperse

The noises return

The ambulance gears into reverse

And drives off

As police walk around

Asking questions

Seeking evidence from the blood-stained ground

I remain rooted

Lifting my head to the midnight sky above

She gone now; it too late

Still I whisper, for maybe she hear

Goodbye, my Love.

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Inspired by the music video of Hoobastank's The Reason (the distraction), and Ronan Keating's If Tomorrow Never Comes.

-Rach