Solace: Escape.

She stands erect on the bridge, transfixed.
By the hypnoptic blurring of headlights beneath.

Perplexed at the complex entanglement of fate.
Breathe.
In.
Out.
And in again.

She reaches out a hand and grasps the air.
Hoping to hang on to something that defines the moment.
So fleeting, so precious.
Every second that passes,
irreversible.

The elusive purpose of life.
When lives collide,
the flash of brilliance.
The eruption of colour.
She looks, but she doesn't see.

Her face burns, not from tears.
Overwhelming pain paralyzes.
Gasping.
She collapses, shattering to infinte pieces.
Yearning, desperately searching for that healing touch.

It has gone.