A moment suspended,
transfixed in her mind 
A moment, that instant, 
time’s noose to rewind 

How can you prevent 
A quick tumble to death 
An ascent of perfection 
To her gasping breath 

She’d never know why  
Fate pulled her so low 
Outdoing the most ragged 
bone yard shop of her soul 

To lose in an instant 
the one you assume 
Would forever inhabit 
the woven heart of your loom 

But this existential distress 
doesn’t touch what remains
The earth-shattering truth 
that the quotidian slains

That something so droll 
as a last-minute piece 
Could be the reason 
she’s ten feet beneath  

The world she once knew 
on an intimate basis
Ripped without feeling   
as her absence replaces 

The horror of knowing 
it’s not a dream to retell
But a hat that she reached for 
Was how tragedy befell