To cross or not to cross <br />was all I thought <br />when I saw her face across the road. <br />Her eyes was set as though she lost her soul, <br />so lost like she is never in this world. <br />She never minded her shadow on the ground... <br />her watch as if to melt under her stare, <br />tic tacked not faster than her heartbeat <br />for she thought her head was on her feet- <br />At last, she looked my way <br />and her pretty face paled. <br />Suddenly she stood still as though <br />she gasped some air from death to life... <br />I can't escape her stare. <br />To cross or not to cross, I never thought <br />when across the road she merely stood <br />nearly meeting her shadow on the ground. <br />I closed my eyes- I heard the sound <br />of her crying heart, I found <br />myself walking away with the woman on my side. <br />It pained to see her that way cry... <br />just because I couldn't cross the road for her. <br />It pained to watch her die.<br /><br />Jessel Jane Tevar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/across-the-road/