Untitled Poem II

She's spiraling.

One step too far.

Watch her fall now.

Grabbing hands try

But they don't make it in time

She'll hit the ground

And there'll be no more.

And will it bother him

To know

He lost her for good?

Will he cry?

Will he scream?

What will happen next

When he doesn't make it in time?

Down... down...

She's spiraling

And soon he will be, too.

Down. Down.

Towards the ground, we go.