It was futile
The way she looked at him
In that split second saccharine moment

Her breath
Caught in her throat
Her eyes
As brilliant as the coaxing caress of dawn

Perhaps that’s why
She’s falling, now
His grasp
Inches from reaching her he is-

But a second late
She’s already gone.

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