.in my arms.

.in my arms.

two roads diverged,

she took the path most travelled.

waved hi to friends,

then proceeded on downhill.

one drink in hand,

made an attempt to shake his.

a friendly hug from another,

a buddy saying "what up miss?"

She said nice to meet you,

he didn't seem that faded.

in her own little world,

one could call her a bit jaded.

Chatted for a while then laughed a bit,

continued on with jokes about the petty bullshit.

he wasn't feeling well,

said he'd head on home,

but as the sentence left his mouth,

into the back of his head those eyes did roll.

he started to fall backwards,

 off the 3rd floor railing..

her eyes grew wide,

cat like reflexes unfailing.

let go of her drink,

as it fell she caught him instead.

looking deep into his eyes,

she was sure he was dead.

did you die in my arms tonight?

it must have been something i said.

laying him gently,

the concrete became his bed.

everybody was frozen,

not one soul could move about,

time moved slow,

he seemed to have been knocked out.

she asked for help but none would avail,

about to begin cpr, thought he looked pale.

then all of the sudden, he came back around,

blinked a few times then got off the ground.

She saved his life tonight and he doesn't even know it.

if she'd gone home instead, the floor below he'd have hit.

she's sleepless now and he's safe from harm.

but for 30 seconds tonight, he died in my arms.

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