Rooftop Haunter

The wind always was fiercer up here on this lonely rooftop. This is where he used to come to make the pain stop. He didn’t mean to do it. A slip of his foot, simply a trip. His soul never leaves, It’s a barren place devoid of trees. He fell that day hard and fast, Remembering the good in his past. The ground advancing quickly His tears falling freely, trickling. A soul with no love, Lost, but not willing to give up. His soul still doesn’t leave, you see; To a soul, love is the key. So he stays there locked away. Too many things for him to say.