Broken Marbles

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Broken Marbles

He says he's always there at the edge of this cliff looking down at broken marbles that have slashed and ripped his skin once before. We both stand gazing at the past that he reflects in the darkness before our eyes. It's then that I realize I was standing in this same place when he fell, considering whether or not to jump myself. But I didn't see him disappear into this formidable, gaping hole. I just know I was at the edge of it when shattered glass pierced his body. I wish I could've been there to catch him, or so I could've jumped after him, so he'd at least be in good company. Then maybe we'd've met before, when he needed someone to hel