By David, United KingdomShe told me I was nice - too nice for her.
He was a high flyer, a Jack the Lad,
And dangerous. The kind the girls prefer.
She said she didn't want to make me sad -
"Don't take it badly, and for heaven's sake let's
Stay friends!" My reply, I'm afraid, was brusque.
It seemed to me that she was hedging her bets.
Freedom, like any art, must involve risk.
And so I wasn't there to catch her when,
After those aerial somersaults, she found
Mere empty space. His arms were not outstretched
To save her. And her friends and family watched
As her life hung in the balance, then
Fell like a stone towards the hard bare ground.