Overlooking the Night

I stand on the edge of everything.
Looking down, into the darkness.
The flower sways in the wind. Gently searching
For a kind soul. If only I could reach it
Can you see me?
Falling…

There isn’t a place to return to
Anymore, I don’t know where to
Reside. My feelings are full of that
E M P T I N E S S
You left me with.

That flower is the color of the moon.
Soft, untouched, glistening.
Its tips are touched with royalty.
I can reach for it gently, but I dare not
Remove it from the firm place it grasps
  the ground.

Wind.

The songs of all that were lost pass
Through me.

Can I be like the wind too if I try?