Fragment

In adoring memory.

If I stand on the platform of Empire State
And let my cigarette fly;
Watching it zoom past eighty-six floors,
Barely reaching my eye,
Not that I think it can make it, but still:
It might just torch the town;
Hoping it leaves a fragment of me
When the city's all burnt down.

If I jump from the Waldorf-Astoria,
Impact with the sidewalk outside,
Will people walk by in the summer
And say "there's the spot where she died"?
And if the concrete's merciful,
It's sporting a piece of my flesh,
Or am I a dying fragment, unfit
To keep all the memories fresh?

Reviews

[Vile]

This is absolutely lovely. You gave the character, or narritor such insight, in so few destriptions aout the character youve managed to compelle us into wanting to explore their mind. To aalyze the, what brought them to this point and why do they veiw the world in such a way. Fantastic job. :D

[Janne Varvára Seem]

Thank you very much! So much appreciated!

[SquinklaPsyOps]

It feels a bit poetic with the words you chose.

[Janne Varvára Seem]

Thank you!!