The wind chills the town.
“Why?” she thought.
The desperate cry of
rang through the night.
“Why?”
why indeed.
the rain pounds and bangs,
as if her plea is to be
heard by nature itself.
how very cliched…
the rain hides her tears.
‘Would they care?’
“No” she wispers.
She looked down at the street below.
“Do it!” she told herself,
bouncing between courage
and true strength.
She thinks of how she got here.
his face invaded her mind,
and there he was.
She reached out to grab him,
and slipped.
‘How horribly ironic, that he
would be just out of reach.’
and with that thought,
the pavement came.
“Death on impact”, as they
say.
but really, what do they know?
she was dead long ago
