fall.

Up here is where I propose my funeral.
A height to remove guilt and shame, shattering my skull with bone piercing my brain –
Almost instant, but still enough to see colour explode before my eyes.
I have tempted fate on this ledge several times, hoping the wind would hold my hand,
Each time neglecting to bring a bottle as I’d planned,
To convince myself as I sank that it could be an honest mistake,
That this was far from fate
But every part of me, but my heart knows this is what I want
And it is only the heart that fails to see the truth of what lays in front –
An easy conclusion to questions and queries that plague each day,
A place where I will have my home, alone,
A place where you’ll remember me without feigning to care,
Where every memory left would be those we’d shared.
At times I’d hope you’d stand up here with me,
Just so we could walk away from the edge together
But I feel hope as I dream to fly,
And that same hope I have cast in my dreams within your eyes…
So as I go
We’ll fall together.