What Could Have Been

She stands at the edge, wondering the reason

her dress illuminates the tears dripping like a spring' season

suddenly her mind clears, in the same breath her thoughts falter

freedom is one step away, she welcomes death as God's daughter

She places her hand on her well-cried on
cheek
then looks up, then looks down, then she closes her eyes meekly

the wind is sharp and faintly she notices the grass under the soles of her feet

she puts her hands at her sides, wiggles her toes, and swallows a sob discreetly

this could have been avoided, it could have been averted

now all she can hear are trees rustling behind her, disconcerted

they wave to and fro, nearly as violently as her unnaturally dark thoughts

she takes a leap, and takes one look back
and see's the deathly picture-perfect shot:

there is her love, he's screaming, too late

her last thought as she plunges down. Down to her fate

what could have been, had the man said yes.

To a marriage proposal, she made in that very dress