her hand shakes when he takes
it inside his own - she links
their fingers, thinks there is no need
to be alone anymore;
pulse in her throat fluttering:
this close to drowning, she'll keep
afloat only to wonder if that's him
muttering his love (is it?
only the rustling of leaves above
keeping time with his lips; breath
blown away by the crowd rushing,
still they've found their way.
AN: Second try at this because I really do like it (and its somehow-incomplete-ness was annoying me). Original piece in the second chapter for comparison's sake.