By Izzah Ismail
She’s standing there,
as rigid as a stone,
cold weather numbing her to the bone,
She’s standing there,
her mind all but calm,
needing someone to keep her warm,
She’s standing there,
at the edge of the rail,
but the darkness of the abyss made her quail,
She’s standing there,
wondering how could she forget,
the things she would leave behind filled her with regret,
She changes her destination,
ringing the bell to her one and only,
her angel who never made her feel lonely.
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