Two Minutes Too Late

I hold her hands in mine
Comforting her as she cries.
She tells me
She really didn't mean it.
She was mad and confused
The whole world seemed out to get her
She had to do something
To rid the world of her pain.
She looks at me
Her eyes sad and beautiful
And she falls forward
Head on my chest
Crying.
I pull her close
Tight into my arms
Looking with horror
At the lonely, empty pillbox
Tipped over at her feet.

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