Gone

I'm watching you from a great distance
as you talk on your cell
and as you talk you're backing up,
backing up to an abyss.
I'm screaming at you to stop,
turn around!
You look my way
and wave,
but keep walking backwards.
Your child pulls on your hand,
crying.
Still you keep talking on your cell
until
you reach the edge
and step off
into the void.
You never did see the pit,
but it was there.
Now you're gone!
Although,
truth to tell,
you've been gone
a long time.