Anatomy of an urban wreck

I hear the siren.
I look up from inspecting you
inspecting my body.
Within my body, lying there,
was my soul.
Within that soul was our love.
You inspect the death of our love
as you curiously glance over my body.

I hear the siren
coming.
You're unhurt in this wreck.
They'll come and take you away.
You're fine.
You'll be fine.
I'll just stay here
looking on at you
as you're taken away.
You color red and blue in turn.