this was it

this was the end of the road

the balcony stopped here.

and after that

a fall of gods knows how high

it was too high

and the fall too long

so you turned around and walked back inside

it was so empty here

the laughs no longer

the twinkling joking eyes

heavy footsteps at 6 am

they were all gone

and you had nobody

you hug a pillow close to your chest and just fall over on the couch.

you curl your legs up

and you stay like that

crying

for hours

it doesnt feel like hours

laying there

numb to it all

but it has been hours

and your cheeks sting

cause you didnt wipe them away

your eyes burn

you sniffle slowly

your tongue glued to the roof of your mouth

that feels like sandpaper

you sit up

heavy footfalls at 6 am

with eyes twinkling with a joke

as you pour yourself a glass of water

your laughter fills the empty space

with a joke

that no one has made