His cheeks were turning crimson,

The tips of his finger touched the rail,

As he fell,

His eyes were bright green,

But closing quickly,

As he began to fall back,

I caught him,

His blood covering my arms,

I screamed,

Until I felt weary myself,

His hair was blowing in the breeze,

He was my reason,

to live, laugh  and dream,

What would I do without him?

His heart was slowing down,

I put my head on his chest,

And wept,

Wept until I had no tears left,

I felt my heart shattering,

As his began to stop.