If it were any other day I would not have paid attention to you.
At best, you would have been a blip out the corner of my eye.
But today was different.
Standing on that street ledge you demanded no attention,
Your action was not laudable, it was anticipated.
And yet, it was an action unfulfilled.
Confusion holds me – it could have been done
You gave no reason for its incompletion,
It wasn’t your intention.
For four hours I stared at you
Unmoving in your position
We turned cold for the same reason, you more lasting.
In life you would have been forgettable
In death you became a spectacle.