if a poet dies in the woods and no one is around to hear

does it reek of desperate longing or just go unnoticed

does the world pause in the passing or continue to spin

does the universe sigh in relief or in loss of so much potential

she stood on the railing if the bridge, watching the churning water beneath her, eyes glassy from unshed tears

he saw the note and bolted down the street, knowing where she would go, racing against the steadily dwindling hope

she saw the headlights, heard the horn frantically blowing, the flashing lights, she smiled and waved and stepped off the rail

he watched her smile and his heart shattered, he slammed it into park and ran to where she had just stood and dove after her into oblivion

if two poets drown in the swollen river and no one is around to hear

does it scream of wreckless pain and desperate need

does the world pause in it’s spinning for even a moment

does the universe sigh in relief or in the loss of so much potential

no one knows