Foment

her eyes glisten with unshed tears
as she gazes at me in the moonlight
the brightness of the dark gives her
a radiant glow, although she is falling...
should i reach to her...
or allow the waiting destruction
blackest hair falls over her eyes as she
looks down, inspecting the concrete
for maybe it will save her
I tremble as she reaches for me
but with a sad sigh i relent
who am i to turn away from this
angel
who am i to stall the inevitable
pain
who am i to give up

November 27, 2001