A boy stands on the bridge staring at the gray waters below
The night wind causes his hair to stand on end.
He’s contemplating his choices.
He’s been doing so for so long.
He’s been visiting the bridge for the past week.
But he’s always gone home again.
He spends the nights in his bed listening to the yelling.
He spends his days at school enduring the teasing.
But he always returns to the bridge.
His foot hovers in the air over the water.
He looks down the hundred feet to his decision.
He takes the step, he’ll be at the bridge forever.
