She stopped at the mirror
with that look in her eyes,
today, would be
the day.
No matter what’s around her
she couldn’t go on,
today, would be
the day.
She didn’t want to say goodbye
didn’t want to see them cry,
today, would be
the day.
They’ll never know
what was in her mind,
her last fall
from grace.
As she disappeared to the shadows
and embraced her cold fate,
it was obvious to her
all…was too late.
She had no more reasons for living
her time was well done,
today, would be
the day.
And left, only sadness
within her demise,
only confusion and anger
as they asked themselves why.
But, she’d stopped at the mirror
with that look in her eyes,
far too many,
too many times.
In memory of Jules Mcgregor