She's sitting on a rooftop
with dangling feet,
a soft warm breeze,
sensational on her dampened cheeks. 

She's sitting on a rooftop
surrendering to defeat.
She's still breathing, 
living without a heart beat.

She's sitting on a rooftop
with red weary eyes,
looking at the darkening sky
trying so hard not to cry.

She's sitting on a rooftop
her bright soul growing dim.
She's thinking about it again
& says, "I'll always love him."

She's sitting on a rooftop
a tear breaks through
she stares as it lands on her shoe,
whispering, she says, "I'll miss you."