A delay
 

A crack,
Licking his skin with its crumples,
A mistake,
Devouring his mind with regretfulness,
Reluctance,
Moistening his hair with foaming sweat,
The departure,
Rocks his cradle with emotions,

When the sky is afire and the rain is your tears,
Just remember, that someone will feel twice the pain you do,
And on a sunny day when birds sing as happily as your feelings,
Keep in mind, that the sun might not shine for much longer.

It's just a matter of time. Time is money. Value it well.

Don't like the ending though.
"Time is money" doesn't quite fit in.

yea im not feelin that last part, the rest is good though. much better than i could do

If you ask me there is no such thing when someone says, "yeah your poem is much better then mine" When it come from the heart there all the same.

The damn stick man should have never jumped off.