Death Of A Star

She stands with many others
On the canyon of empty loneliness
With others who are so close-
Close enough to touch
-yet too far away
to reach-

She walks toward the edge
Not noticing all the
Other stopped far behind

“This Is It”

She thinks
With her hands shaking,
And her heart
Bleeding out

She takes the final plunge
Hands try
try
try
to grab her
But her clothes rip
Her skin tears
They were too late

And I suppose we
Didn’t know how
To react to the
Death Of A Star