Shes flying...

She flew away.
The other day.
From the Peninsula.
To the Bridge.

To be with Splitter.
Shes getting to see.
What she wants.
Guess shes happy.

Its a compromise.
We call life.
How long more?
When will it end.

Shallow spectator.
Am I.
Who lays low.
And watches.

I pause and ask myself.
What the preacher wanted.
Theyre both small words.
Tough to decide.