You stood there at the doorway
There was nothing more to say
Your heart had just been broken
He was sending you away.

He buttoned up your overcoat
He kissed you goodbye
He said  he’d always love you
Until the day he died.

But, you weren’t as ambitious
As he needed you to be
Your bank account was empty
Too little there …. you see.

He  needed something more than
You could do for him
He was power hungry
Your future ….. rather dim.

You took the elevator
Walked out and hailed a cab
Drove cross town to the west side
Felt dejected and oh so sad.

He called you one  year later
You met for dinner at your place
Should have known just what he wanted
By that look upon his face.

You made love for hours
Then he left you …. like before
Nothing changed , nothing to gain
He walked … right out the door.

Your heart remained broken
It would never …. ever mend
He had no intentions
Of getting back with you, again.

You went up to the rooftop
Walked over to the edge
Three fights up was good enough
You stepped off the ledge.


Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories.

15 thoughts on “THE ROOFTOP”

  1. Hi Patty: Wow!! Very dark. You should consider a book of your work for submission to a publisher. Hope all is well. Henry


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