Looking On in Pedaled Loafers

There came a point in her life when she had to just cut and run
When the brittled earth below her feet sunk into oblivion
And the weary minded travelers faltered in their steps
Oh, how the common thread of regret halters the walk of men
Whence the world looked bright
But she kept on going.

Even as the rain fell and her dress was dampened
She could not find a way to fault herself
When her hands slipped from her ledge
Leaping down upon that broken stone
She could not think of it in any other way but beautiful
As the men about her fathomed this ideal
A car struck her dead.

In her casket she slept peacefully, arms folded and still
The stiffness of her person was not unsettling
For visions of her curious eyes lauded over everyone
It trapped them in a decaying state of melancholy
For they knew her beautiful looks
Her strange glances upon the fractured grounds
They knew these things and knew they would never be new again
And so the men said goodbye
And one by one they lingered there
To keep a bit of her optimism,
In them,
Alive.