• Atop this rooftop,
    the night is not as should be.
    Here, it is somber,
    isolated,
    beautiful,
    cold.
    Below, an ambulence awaits my drop.
    Policemen set up their barricades
    as men with loudspeakers shout out to me
    "don't go".
    Atop a high building,
    my frail mass sways
    and I stare down at the crowd,
    in search of your face.
    My family rushes in,
    my mother crying.
    My brother shouting
    "Anna, we love you!".
    and my father stares up coldly at me.
    You appear,
    you push through the crowd,
    and you call out to me
    "please don't die, my love!".
    You kick down the door,
    you race to the elevator.
    The lifts won't respond,
    the power is gone.
    The cool autumn breeze shifts my body around.
    Tonight you scream out,
    scream out into the night,
    and you wait for me to respond.
    I say not a word,
    your worry deepens.
    You race up the stairs,
    speeding through their corrosion.
    You're on the final flight,
    and I can hear your heavy breathing.
    I stay my descent for you,
    my love.
    You push open the door
    and you're up here with me.
    You cry out to me
    "Reach out, take my hand.
    Give me a chance.
    Please don't die, my love".
    I step down from the perilous ledge.
    I fall into your warm and loving embrace.
    Sirens are wailing as we make our escape,
    out the back exit of the parking garage.
    We step out in to the night.
    Alive.
    Together.
    You whisper to me,
    "please don't die,
    my love,
    on this autumn night".