Whispers on the rooftop

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On the edge

of the rooftop,

inches away from death,

they stood there,

the two of them,

catching their breath.

She held his hands,

she wouldn't let go,

but he whispered in the dark,

'I'm too broken

 to be fixed,

I need to fall apart.'

'Heal together, with me!',

she screamed

with all her heart

'I'm sorry, it's too late.'

he said,

as he let go of her arms.

She saw it,

 in his eyes,

his soul, it was withering

he was wronged,

he was blamed,

he was seen to be suffering.

'It'll end soon.' she said,

her tears stained the floor.

She knew from here on

she was to be alone.

Helpless, she watched

she watched him slip and go.

He put on a smile,

he said, 'It won't hurt anymore.'

She heard a thud.

She looked away.

She tried to ignore.

But she was left

on the rooftop,

with no one to hold.

It was a pretty night,

but the fireflies

no longer shone as bright.

She was standing

on the rooftop

without him by her side.

Her whispers,

slowly, they merged with the wind

'Would he have stayed, if he knew,

that I loved him?'

Some whispers on the rooftop,

stay buried, deep within.

ssb