POLLUTING

he fell like a feeble chair, wobbled for a bit, then collapsed.

with whatever weight bestowed upon him, sometimes all it takes is a breath of air

"it's different this time", he said, "i don't care anymore, i'm going to do everything"

so i let him, and it was kind of beautiful, i saw him in the clouds and on the ground

he was riding a motorcycle, all fast on the streets, then he's gone

"where did you think you were? we don't ride like this around here, you're going to get yourself killed."

he was really gone i suppose. 

but i remember him when i saw him from the window riding in the dark,

he stopped at a light then went off again, all fast on the streets, 

and there i stood still by the windowsill watching the same intersection, this time empty.

but it seemed like forever that night, that night he said "it's different this time, I'm going to do everything"

and he did, i could still remember what that was like, a prolonged night

and then he was gone. and how different was it really?

he was still on the streets when the night passed by, as i stood watching

i guess it's really different, it's just me and the night.