In the Aftermath (Hands)

She wanted something simple

Something happy

But it was all so sad

So melancholy

Like the blush of the rose

Dying in the crystal vase

Beside her bed

He was warm

Together

Their skin burned

She was falling

Down

The same way

The leaves swayed to the ground

Grace

And the rain

It pounded so hard on the window

So hard

The glass crashed

Leaving their hands

Bruised purple

So she let go

Red scars

In the aftermath