A little poem I wrote:

The space around her is foggy
She cries
I stare from the road
Unable to move
She drops to her knees
The flowers I carry are dirty
The chocolates
Melted from the chalky road
There are sirens in the distance
Bright lights coming closer
Reminding me of her shining eyes
Brimming with tears
She and I look down at myself
Body at awkward angles
The ambulance arrives
But I was already gone