He felt the wind rushing through his hair
As he fell fast through the cold morning air.
Did they know?
Of course not. They wouldn't for a while.
He would be gone, and they would still smile.
It was empty.
What was empty? His heart? His room? His mind?
The emptiness could not be killed, for it was of a different kind.
Suddenly, there was a thud.
An unexpected stop, and he was lying in bed,
Wondering if he really would be better off dead.
Not today, he thought.
I'll see about tomorrow.
As if another day could even bring such sorrow.
But it did.