He stands out in the cold
The frigid air raping his skin
The warmth escapes him
Not that it matters
He is enjoying it
He is feeling for the first time
What we feel
He walks towards a bench and sits down
He sees the world as though it is new
Everything is so beautiful to him
He looks down at his hands
And sees a tear fall onto his right palm
He is crying
Crying for the loss he has suffered
Falling from grace
Perfection
He is feeling rejection
He wipes his tear soaked cheeks
Stands up
And jumps off a bridge into the icy cold water
Wouldn’t you?

 
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