Standing on the building
seeking a facelift from time.
Scaffolding on the roof
unable able to hold
those who don’t want to be held.
So high above
So far below.
The distance between the two
separated by only seconds.
Feeling the air, hearing the thud.
Now motionless, breathless below.
In pain no more.
This was written for THE MAG 154
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