to the man I saw on the ledge of the building

Hey there... Listen, I'm not sure if you're still in the world of the living (this which I truly hope is an affirmative) but I just wanted to check up on you.

Has anything changed?

Heh, I feel like a therapist asking this moronic question. Why do they ask that? Of course things have changed. People have been born, people have died... 

I must seem crazy, talking to myself...

I just... You looked so broken, looking down on us from that roof. I couldn't see your face, but I imagine it sometimes, when I have those nightmares...

I picture your pale face, stained with tears.

I see your trembling hands as you lit up a fag...

Does this... Seem odd?

I don't even know anymore...

I just... I want to understand...

I want to understand how you looked so beautiful, even as you stood, ready to die.

Perhaps I am romanticising this too much,

Or perhaps I feel the same ache in my soul as you do...

I guess this is adieu then...

See you in the next life.