December 29, 2010

Your skin was soft and your voice was quiet. You were speaking in whispers that only I could hear. You grabbed my and and held on tight, kissed me on the cheek, and said that we should go. We left in a hurry and never looked back. We wandered the streets in silence and watched as our breath fell in front of us from the chill of the night. I was cold, but yu were warm and you never once let go of my hand. You never let go.