Authored: April 29, 2018

I stop atop the bridge to my death.
I look down,
I gaze over the canyon that was my life,
I stare down into the gorge of memories from a life well lived,
I quake as I peer down into the chasm of memory of the life that poured from me.
I step forward boldly once again.
Oddly content and alone.

My curriculum was nonlinear
Nonsymmetrical void of clear interest
Other than thinking about the endless stream
Vaguely keeping my face from heartfelt smile
I catch depression that remained the same
Since childhood on.

Cries utter, bringing full circle
A love, always close, but never reached
I silently dismiss what I am
For that single chance to hold you again
You, who had born the final light in me
Only to collapse me into eternal numbness.

The blind heart's fugue shapes devoid space
My eyes become pools, conflicting oceans of the universe
I really wanted to die the day I had to go
You knew you were a lifeline, yet left me behind
I am always your friend, yet in death
Maybe in my final breath, you will let me love you.

Make us beautiful... if just... for milliseconds...