Night Whispers.

See her tears.
You know you caused them,
yet you do nothing.
You hide in your shell,
Acting as though you are one of the forsaken.

She her fall.
You do not move to catch her,
To check her well being.
You do not know that she has fallen for the final time.
And you had no way of knowing you could have saved her.

You wont.
Until she's gone.

She knew all along that you were watching.
She counted on your being there.
She, the true forsaken,
hopes that you know:
She always loved you.

She turns to look at you in the distance, for the last time.
And with her final breath,
she whispers:
"Goodbye."