...a deathly serenade...

watching her caress the pavements fiddling with
her unzipped mauve jacket...summoning
reckonings as only a poem could, as opposed to
a poet, of which that night I had spent in the
company of, Alex, Grant and Maria's roommate,
Talia...the remnants of remorse sat at the back
of the throat as if an exasperated piece of meat
as I watched feeling the freshness of world
through Leila's wide eyes...I immedietly thought
to interrupt, though soon stopped this from
instantly occurring, stood peering at her in front
of a turned over shopping trolley with a flutter
of birds picking at a few bits of bread closer
towards the railings...the light drip of a
lamppost light sauntering on her moving body,
silhouette...
...I must have stood there, more still than
I meant to, for a quite a time just watching Leila
before she threw herself into the water, as if
death just a dunk of a biscuit...
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