The Promise - Part Ii

my skin was once smooth now feels like unpaved cement placing roses on my grandmother's grave you found me right outside the gated cemetery you placed roses in my hand before your fingers became entangled in mine you touched my face you kissed my cheek and then my forehead then the tears my tears nearly soaked up your black trench coat are you overwhelmed i am and devastated too i am now i am swearing to the wind drenched drenched in an awkward winter rain my skin once smooth drenched in an awkward winter rain cement drenched drenched in an awkward winter rain roses tears his hands and his fingers and his rough skin yesterday was happening all over again but you said it wouldn't you promised...