The pen meant a freedom
From the daily penance
The pen meant a hope
For the time that may never return
A penance for a crime
That was never committed by plan
But a careless conversation
Overheard, resulted in a heartbreak so deep
Of someone she deeply loved

Never again never a thought
Of carelessness crossed her mind
Though the words she spoke to another
Was truth, but was it kind ?
To the person who over heard
Who was never supposed to be there
In that secret loft, resting post a day
Of work and tiredness
The news was the tipping point
For her to walk off the roof ..

Just once .. never again ..never before
She had joined that...