Jump

Ten floors down is a bed of flowers

You know they don't seem too far

I can almost smell them up here on the ledge

So sweet, they're almost pungent.

Like love. Everything's like love.

The wind brings crazy things with it

along with the smell of roses..

that teen next door's angry music, 

a hawk with a half-eaten rat,

the noise of neighbours who have loud sex.

Today I'm hoping it'll bring me more

than just its bag of cheap tricks

a little quietude? Perhaps some sleep?

I haven't really slept since you left.

All I do is dangle my feet in this nothingness

Ten floors down is a bed of flowers

I remember you loved looking at them

And that's all I have left of you - a view of the roses

That's all I think I'll keep of you

What's that I hear you say? Jump?