We were on our way home,
walking down the street.
Just you and I, by ourselves,
listening to the sounds of our feet.
Your arm was around me,
I felt so great in your arms.
We laughed and talked the night away,
unaware we'd run into harm.
Those men around us were obviously drunk,
wanted to do with me as they please.
The three of them were everywhere,
and we tried so hard to leave.
They walked closer as I hid behind you,
and you were so brave.
You punched one of them in the jaw.
As the others tended to his care
we ran, thinking we were saved.
Those men got back on their feet,
and started to chase us.
We never knew one of them had a knife,
and the next thing I knew you were hushed.
I held your hand as you were lying down,
your heart was slowly beating.
We talked about everything,
even all the secrets we were keeping.
I knew you weren't going to make it,
it was all because of me.
But you told me its okay,
as long as I kept smiling the way you love to see.
I was sobbing harder,
each and every day.
I couldn't keep it anymore,
and I said what I needed to say.
"I love you Drew! I love you!" I wept,
as the sounds faded.
"I love you, I love you, I love you."
I repeated, until I couldn't stop saying it.
You smiled at me sadly,
and I kissed you one more time.
The monitor was slowly beating,
and I knew it was a sign.
"I'll be waiting for you. Take care. I love you May."
And I lost my love that day.