Lonely Wanderer

The memory was fuzzy, I could barely remember how I ended up here -- alone in a cold night. I'd never realized that my skin was pale until the moonlight fell against it that night. I stood up there on top of the bridge, staring blankly on the passerby -- trying to figure out how I ended up there every night.

Was I sleep walking? I wasn't sure myself. All I could remember was the suffocating feelings that lingered, my tight chest and my tears that fell without reason. I couldn't remember any reason that brought me there -- anything or anyone. All I could remember was regret.

If only I could be strong enough to face my "already-forgotten-reasons".

If only I could hang on a little longer.

If only I didn't jump that night.

I wouldn't end up here every night alone.

As a lonely wanderer.