Missed

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-

But

sometimes I

feel my palms

sweat, my skin tingle

with cascades of goosebumps

and I think

of you.