See a man in his thirties
Thoughts overwhelming
Who leaps from a building
To elope with the floor
His arms are flailing
And as he’s descending
He sees a pale face
From a dark corridor
Her eyes start wilting
His legs keep tilting
And he laughs at the moment
He’s halfway down
It was love at first sight
Yet a little too late
She spread out her thin arms
His tie flowed like a gown
Did she think she could catch him?
And did his laugh echo?
Moments before his face
Painted the ground?
With a hand to her lips
She walked away slowly
And discarded the sight
Without making a sound
Perhaps it didn’t matter,
As they came to chatter
About the man who laid flatly
In a pool of his love
And she’ll wonder, probably,
If terminal velocity
Might’ve felt a little like
A flight among doves
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An aspiring author, Daniel thrives on crafting dark and intricate stories. His enthusiasm for reading, writing, occasional procrastination, and blasting music pour fuel on his creative pursuits.