Iron arms stretch across the river. My reflection on the cold blue water below me.
Before this I was in at the burial, there a city of tombstones. Some with colorless flowers twisting with the wind, as if in pain to neglect. Who will come to lay some color on my grave? Who will be there to wet the dark earth with sadness? Stand by me forever. Donít send me out there to gather my soul alone.
I thought by having you I was able to reconcile some part of the past with the future. But what future is there now with me? Past this spot where I stand there is a vast darkening city. I see streets and lonely lampposts. I see the dim window lights and the far off silhouettes of skyscrapers.
I watch the river move slowly beneath me. So cold this time of night. No soul walks the bridge. No one seemingly as far as I can see. I had kept a picture of her. But I wont ever look at it, its just to know I wont forget.
My arms stretch the length of the stone cinder. My reflection to meet me on the water below me. 200 feet below. I am this. Here I fall to dark water.