Hermosa

Again, this is just my impromptu poetry. I feel the more I do, the better I'll get. Critique if you want. Appreciate all who read it.

I squeeze tightly when our hands entwine.
but her hand remains loose.

I try to remember the times we were happy.
Before the introduction of this noose.

Now I have nothing, she's gone without notice.
Waiting for someone to care, maybe even notice.

Author's Note

If it flows well, I'm improving.