home

every now and then
i lean out for a puff
and i think about the boy
who threw his soul out the 27th floor of my apartment
and wonder what his last thoughts were
as his mind shattered
into a million broken bones

and the wind will sigh in demise
as if to decipher the meaning
of all the pain in the world

my ashes float in frantic attempt to seek
ground
and my feet are rooted firm
to the chair i stand upon to remind
that i am luckier to find balance
where there is beauty
and i reach out
to the boy and tell him it is not too late
when i say i understand

every now and then
i lean out for a gasp of air
and i think about the girl who
sprawled across her bedroom floor
with blood on her wrists as her mother walks in
and remember what her last thoughts were
as she drifted towards death
and thank life for giving her
the second chance of pulling her back in

and i will meet the girl
every now and then
when i stare into the mirror
and dislike the way my eyes
have lost their shine
but i am able to
reach in and
tell her it is never too late
to live again