The Jump

Breeze moves, a whistling sound resonates in my ears.
Blood shot and blurry, from the depths of my sole I release a few tears.
Chilling temperatures freeze my face, while against the cold I remove my coat.
Parts of me argue that it's not too late, but this isn't a democracy so I don't get a vote.

Goosebumps climb my back and arms, frost burns my fingers, but the real pain is inside and only I know.
The end is near but I have no fear so now just for her I'll let it show.
I take my own hand as if I had taken hers.
In my mind I kiss her one last time, but right now that just hurts.

Despite my precautions and attempts to be at peace I realize they've come to stop me now.
I hope they do their best.
A chopper sounds in the distance, a man's voice on a megaphone tells me something.
Seems clear to me he knows it's no use.

I make a start, running as fast as I can, tears smeared across my face, I feel a strong chill all over.
But the cold isn't from the weather now.
The moment seems to last forever, running across the rooftop, I plan the last second or two of the jump.
That's when her voice rang out.

Spinning hard my body topples from the continuous momentum.
I don't want to see it but the look on her face says it all.
She looks at me as though she loves me, as if she cares.
Her arms stretched out like she can stop me from all the way over there.

Then the look changed, as she saw the love in my eyes.
I always knew deep inside she loved me.
She'd just never let herself.
Not until I was dead.

Wind picked up now as I left the top of the roof, and as I fell she ran towards me wanting to die too.
The police grabbed her to hold her back, she bit and scratched at them crying like a kid.
And just as I dropped almost out of sight I drew in my last breath.
The last thing I shouted from mid air was I wish I was dead.