From the wine glass beside her
tears and sorrow overflow
as the warm running tap
meets the worried visitors
by the doorstep
in flowing red carpet
Floating, in her final quiet place
and open wrists, in that moment
she says all she could never say
The notes grant her every wish
as in the background, on repeat
Elton John sings Nikita
knowing very well the bathtub
runs so deep, the depth of her departure
is something, they will never understand
Even so, in their hurried attendance
they never take the time
to hear her unspoken words, pouring
out the mouth, of the unrelenting tap
just as she predicted -
In her silence, all she wanted
was just to be heard