rooftops are where you forgot about me.
you were up so high—
you didn't think to look down at my face.
while you were on rooftops,
i was kneeling on the ground,
wondering when you'd return.
but you simply glanced over the precipice,
knowing full well, that
you were never coming back.
A close friend of mine spent 4th of July watching fireworks with her other friend on his rooftop. Her not celebrating the holiday with me hurt me more than I care to admit.