Jhon Doe
His skin hot like the dry winds of summer
Each sweat drop of his rested on top of his lips
The time of his watch read spare me
As he navigated through the sea of bodies
Blond Boy paused to catch a breath
Whispering his heart while his hands search for something he will never have
He lost her
Not knowing about time and its patience
They lost each other
Only left with a broken heart to mend