I pan the horizon, the setting sun washing the colors of tin roofs and
crumbling facades in hues of crimson and gold. I set my eye finally on
you, sitting yourself quietly alone on your ledge, sitting precariously,
inches away from a fatal drop i am comforted you will never be a victim
of. you are, after all, a person of great control. yet in your quiet
stillness, oblivious to my presence, I wonder, what stirs in your mind.
I approach you.
I sit beside you and study your focused expression, your distant stare onto the wide horizon. you did not stir. you did not flinch as if enchanted by a spell i was once aware of. i follow your gaze, beyond glowing roofs and bleeding facades, past the mountains and hills, past the breaking clouds that lined afar, onto the fading setting sun. it called to you.
i know. it called me once too, but the silence has now engulfed me and i have lost my control.
and as the initial inches become feet and miles, and as the image of you become a memory, i feel the wind in my face and wait for the cosmos to catch me, even if i know, you were still tightly in its overwhelming embrace.
I approach you.
I sit beside you and study your focused expression, your distant stare onto the wide horizon. you did not stir. you did not flinch as if enchanted by a spell i was once aware of. i follow your gaze, beyond glowing roofs and bleeding facades, past the mountains and hills, past the breaking clouds that lined afar, onto the fading setting sun. it called to you.
i know. it called me once too, but the silence has now engulfed me and i have lost my control.
and as the initial inches become feet and miles, and as the image of you become a memory, i feel the wind in my face and wait for the cosmos to catch me, even if i know, you were still tightly in its overwhelming embrace.
