LISTEN.

n o o n e l i s t e n s t o m e.

“no one listens to me!” he said.

“no one understands me!” he said.

“no one, no one…” he said.

the air was cold, the earth was damp.

he felt it with his hands.

he walked to the edge of the mountain.

gun in hand.

he dropped it…

then jumped off.

the rocks were painted red that night,
i walked down the hill like i do every morning,
and thought…

“what a wonderful shade of red.”

went back inside my house and had my morning coffee.

he didn't mean much to me,
i never listened,
i never understood,

i never cared.