It was life, it flew
Then it was taken
Life,
Death,
Outlines
Were marked upon the last moment,
A crime scene upon glass
Seconds,
Moments,
Death
Was imprinted, its last breath
Was upon glass, it fell like
Icarus,
So high, then as low as others can get,
It greeted earth cold
Life had expired,
All that was left was that moment
An outline of life
On a window, life is moments
Were here, then we greet the **other side.