his heart became the diamond, for which she would never wear, his hand became the banister, and his silence her only stairs. his touch became her only escape, without it there was no way out, his breath became the lifeblood, flowing sweetly to her lips, and making love became the Heaven, that only now could she ever miss, his eyes became the crystal lake, she wanted to swim in forever, and his laughter to her became the elixir, that to her heart he tethered, but she let go of the passion, and the dream that love could last and never, did she once let go of the dreams and the lies, and now above the waters she sighs and cries, something so simple she turned into wrong, wanting to march to the expression of her very wrong song, and now with everyone watching, live for us to see, she looked up and looked down, and the wind beneath her feet, for somewhere out in the world another heart came to pass, and yet another lonely sadness came upon someone to last, and up in Heaven another Angel died, while below on Earth more tears would lie, undisturbed in a puddle beneath a head, while somewhere some other day another red- light changed to green and a soul was erased, of all the possibilities that we could ever face, up on His Throne God stared below to the Earth and sighed, as another piece of Him destroyed a part that had died, and God no longer could stay content, as the self-destroying depreciating beast called man never could repent, and the crystal tears flowing slowly falling from His cheeks,f to mix in with the sad collection of dead souls; in the puddle beneath His feet...... ~The PooRe PoeT~ copyright 2000, 2002 3-7-2000 for all the victims of suicide and the pain that it brings to everyone involved...including God.