hey,

take me to the top of the bridge.

the bridge where the sunrise seems phenomenal,

so i—with the sun—can set,

so i can grow my wings,

so i can fly to heaven quicker.

run here,

so you can see me

one last time,

before i turn blue,

before i become breathless,

before i collapse, dead.

you want to save me,

but sorry

you can't.

you can't save me now.

not this time,

not now.

tell him i pictured life with him,

i pictured growing older,

but now i stand on top,

all beneath me.

i’m the picture.

no.

i picture.

the forgotten photographer.

i'll soon be known

in the picture.

sorry,

but i had to leave.

sorry.

goodbye.

farewell.