a nameless figure at a peak
a state in which he cannot speak
standing so far
above it all
a man preparing for the fall

floating alone, the urban
sun
shining upon the only one
his future hanging by a thread
romantic
thoughts within his head

and he waits
though his friends arrive, no answers
are in tow
he is young, and it's hard for him to see
and he waits
for the
feeling that he lost so long ago
to be loved, to be free

his mother calling
from below
telling him never to let go
he seems to stand there with such
grace
a peaceful look upon his face

he holds a letter in his hand
his
friends will never understand
without a heart, there's just a hole
that shows
the darkness of his soul

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