Life is so fragile.
Even the act of silence can shatter it's very existence.

It wasn't me.
I didn't know her,
but I could have.

It makes me think-what if...

You were gone,
due to my ignorant self,
who hid your harm from the adults.

You were gone,
because I removed the glass,
that protected you from the 100 ft drop.

You were gone,
due to a simple night out,
that caused you to slip back to old habits.

You were gone,
because I wasn't there to help,
and talk you down from the edge.

You were gone,
due to my lack of knowledge,
and misunderstanding of the situation.

You were gone,
because of an accident,
that made you lose control.

What if you were gone

It could have been me picking up the phone,
giving a cheerful hello on the dreary day,
only to have my soul shatter, when the news was given.

It could have been me thinking of what I did wrong,
asking just to hear a voice, a whisper,
something acknowledging existence-Only to be given no answer.

Life is so fragile.
Why must we add to the cracks in the glass of another person's life?