He sits on the edge, swaying his feet.
The bottom of the bottle says "hi" and the liquid sweeps.
Down past his throat, to help with his sleep.
The concrete far below, looking so comfortable, so wispy.
He looks at the sky, not a plane in sight, no sirens off in the distance.
No crowd at the bottom of the concrete good night.
He looks to his left, and then to his right, and he notices a bird, who's about to take flight.
He hums his little tune, with a smile so bright.
As it spreads its wings and flies over the building side.
So he stands and sighs, awaiting his good bye, and steps away, to see if he can fly.
Fast he falls, fast he tries, but he knew he'd fall before he could fly, he smiles and laughs as he wonders why....
Who drove him to this, why did he say this goodbye...?
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