Her last words stung
She told me to f#ck off,
Hanging from the end of her rope
I couldn't reach out,
To lend a hand
Save her soul,
I had failed to see the signs
Amused in my own world,
She pounced tigger-like
Into it and splashed around,
But under her light demeanor
She limped like a hurt creature,
Sometimes her eyes deviated
Something lurked; but I,
Thought it fleeting;
Merely an abstraction in my mind,
We always seemed to laugh
I wondered if we would ever cry
Together; helping leaning into each other;
Striving against the currents
Against the crashing waves of life's emotions,
I wish I could tell the world to f#ck off...
© okpoet