derelict

The four of us sat here because this place let us see above everyone. We could see everything and hear idle chatter, motor groans and chirping walkways. Temporary escape from the city by watching above it. We watched today because Matt was gone. Thirty-two years short of happiness and left us with broken eyes, solid tears and swollen hearts. Looking over the balcony ledge we would set him free. What if I fell and no one could catch me, one of us quietly thought. What would Matt say right now if he were here, another one of us wondered. Our words lay silent against the ashes. We each grabbed a handful, soft soot melting through cracks in our hands, Matt slid through our fingers again, this time among buildings and skyline. He had climbed himself higher than us, without us, because we didn't understand. He had fallen harder than any of us but by then it was too late. The pavement didn't stop him, his mind already had. Ashes clung to our open hands.