Black Malice, White Pain

She's at the edge,
Perhaps waiting,
For a last straw of hope
For you, to pull her back.

She's waiting,
And you're waiting,
Your wait is almost, as if
You want her gone.

She stands there,
You watch her,unabashedly.
You claim to protect and ,
Yet, stand and stare, is all.

And when she jumps,
You won't stand and watch.
Only speculate and reason,
The Truth shall never surface.

She will have gone,
And move on, you will.
Tears will be shed,
Are they true, hot tears of pain?

You'll recall her waiting,
And those true, hot tears
May fleetingly brim and,
The moment will pass.

You'll remember that she's gone,
And reason will come back.
Blame and judgement passed.
You'll move on.

They'll call her weak, soon after,
You'll still stand and watch,
A day will come,
And she'll be weak to you.

She'll be dead and weak,
You'll be strong and hearty.
An uneasy will strike your belly,
And remain there.

She'll be replaced,
So many more like her, you'll think,
The heart now has a layer,
Of black malice and white pain.

She'll fade into memory,
The uneasy in your belly,
No longer a faint reminder of her,
Just an old ache of old age.

Look here, she's at the edge
And you're still here,
With your painful, angry eyes?
Just a drop of love, my friend!

She's standing lonely,
Her eyes brimming with tears and anger
The last breath of strength,
For that final leap? No?

Look at her now!
She has a moment of doubt,
And then there's that final leap,
And she's gone!

She was already at the edge!
Why bother?
A part of you dies with her?
Is that all? A part?