None left behind

Gloves on

the sun in my eyes

my steps lead me to her
Stark white,frail figure on the road

cars swerve right,left, just over

the ones before didnt miss

critical

theres nothing left to be seen

i pick her up

I am afraid,sick there's nothing to be seen

she was warm

now limp.

but still warm

asphalt burnt

there's nothing to be seen

a field nerby

a makeshift grave

dead leaves as a garland

a shade from the sun.

a shelter from the rain.

 I craft a cross in the air

a ceremony done

steps lead me away

Gloves off.