Tuesday, April 18, 2017


Old friend.
I think about what you said
about that moment
that you could feel yourself
gripping the rail
staring beyond and below
out and through and past;
your fingers clenching
pulse racing
adrenaline flooding your body
as you knew
in terror and exhilaration
that you would jump

You read those words
and felt yourself possessed by them
and so you jumped-

I’ll never now if
looking back
it was worth it; whether you were freed
by that moment
if you have found what you were looking for
-what any of us are looking for-

sometimes I
feel my palms
sweat, my skin tingle
with cascades of goosebumps
and I think
of you.

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