Even gravity…

couldn’t lift the weight

of flooded insecurities

of yours.

The noisy road was too busy…

to stop and acknowledge a girl 

standing quietly, looking down.

The girl was you.

The bridge was only there…

as an open invitation.

It was the easiest way

to jump.

And the wind

served a purpose too.

It gave an extra boost and

whispered to you.

I am terribly sorry…

for chasing you so slowly

after you disappeared into

the dark.

The path you traveled…

wasn’t lit; I couldn’t see.

The selfish me was too afraid

to follow you.

So I did not hear your cries.

I did not come to help.

I was so far behind

from you.

I did not know what to do

I simply turned back.

Your sadness was something…

I dare didn’t know.

And I am on my knees…

terrified as I face

the horrible truth;

you’re gone.

It is too late for me.

And it was too soon for you.

my weeping did not help anyone…

certainly not you.

Now I can’t help but wonder…

how many bodies lie undisturbed

at the bottom of the ocean

with you.