You reach out your hand, wishing your fingertips to touch the ends of the earth where he stands below you.
And you say his name.
Soft and calling.
Because you're sorry, you really are.
It's you or them.
Because its three to one you know you shouldn't have to decide.
And the choice is easy because there's more of them than there are of you.
You wish you could tell him it's only temporary. It'll fade. A memory of an event gone by.
But you can't.
Because the words from your mouth can't float down to his ears where he stands on the ground. Words can't describe the one thing you wanted to say, even though you hold in your hand that small device you call a mobile.
It takes him a moment and a few steps back for him to understand what option you have chosen.
There must be someone in the word who is clever enough to get past the pieces of the puzzle we call life.
And he says you could.
But you know it's a lie, because really, nobody could be that clever.
It's a trick, you tell him. Just a magic trick the devil has created to make the world go 'round.
And even though you're on the side of the light not the dark don't mistake yourself for one of them.
With a note and one goodbye that's all you can say before your time runs out. Before you hear the cracking of your phone on the cement behind you.
You take on last look at his eyes fixed on you, wishing you could go and tell him your apology.
But what comes up must come down, and there's only one route down while no one understands why it's the one you have to take.
And you step forwards.
The last thing you hear is the final cry of your name, but it's too late.
Because you've hit the ground and there's no getting up from this permanent destination.
A man once told you that falling was just like flying. But he was wrong. Because FLYING is falling and he would never know the difference.
He had lost his opportunity to spread his wings and try to rise.
But you did, and suddenly you've fallen without even an "oh", like the great walls of Jericho that did the same. So. Long. Ago.
Back on earth they crowd around you expecting you to reply to their pleas and their cries to come back. But they know that you can't.
And that's when they let you go.
Just a memory of an event passing by.
And you still can't tell them the truth,
Of how it's was all a lie, created for your own purposes.
And they owe you so much. Just as alone today as they were before.
Praying for one more miracle.