You and I. Live and die.

I watch you take your fatal fall
Your scream envelopes the heavens
You arms scramble
They reach out for me
I try to grab you. 
But I miss. 

Beautiful boy. 

You look peacefully still. Dead, but oh so alive! 
Basking in the mountain sunshine
On this perfectly blue-sky day. 

Silence fills the thin mountain air. 
I see your broken body
Mangled and unrecognisable.
The mountains moan quietly, 
Another son is lost. 

Hours turn into days
And days into months.

And slowly
I rise from your ashes. 
I now carry your burden too.
And what an honour it is.

This world glistens in your light.
You have made my unconscious conscious.
You have every inch of my love. 

I know we are old friends.
Forever together. 
I’ll wait until morning
When I close my eyes
And I’ll see you again. 

Your life fades
And mine shines in its place. 
You die
And I am born. 

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