Over the edge

There was this girl,

coming all the way from Germany.

With beautiful long blond hair

she was sitting here all day

feet dangling over the edge,

I remember thinking:

She is so beautiful

She is too peaceful

She wouldn't jump

Would she?

Every time I walked by a window I'd look outside.

Checking if she was still there,

Wondering who this girl in the plane black dress is,

What her intensions might be.

Just before the sun disappeared

behind the dark blue Atlantic sea,

she collected all her belongings from her lap,

put it down on the grass next to her.

She got up,

spread her arms

and flew.

I ran but she was long gone.

Left were only two photos and a letter.

On one Photo was she holding hands with another girl in a park.

She looked happy there, she smiled.

On the next she was with a younger boy

whose hair had the same shade of blonde.

Last there was a grey piece of paper with the title "Todesanzeige"

and a black and white photo of the boy below.

Some cursive sentences in what seems German and two dates

06.11.2009 – 15.06.2021.

Below was written with blue biro: I'm coming Jonas.

I couldn't forget her.

If I would've talked to her

That could have prevented her from jumping

then... this girl would be back in germany,

with her family, people who loved and missed her

maybe she would be better by now.

She'd be alive.

I made a promise to myself the next day:

If someone suicidal ever comes across this cliff

I'll be there for them, talk to them,

Offer them a tea and a welcoming hostel.

And I will never forget the blue-eyed girl.

There's a cross now, at the exact place where she had jumped off.

15.8.21 – Darling we love you –

graved into it.

-Melissa