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parking garage rooftops

on move in day, a boy jumped from the four story parking garage and ended his own life.

no one parks near that spot or gets too close to the edge.

but when the nights are getting too late and you're getting too gone, I sit with my toes parallel to the concrete edge.

I look down at the sidewalk and you are there and before I can stop myself, I am falling and your arms are not outstretched to catch me.

I return the next night after another missed class. you are standing with your shoulder barely grazing mine and my right foot steps forward, missing the concrete edge. you do not reach out to hold me back.

it is tonight and I am on my own eighth floor balcony because I somehow couldn't urge myself passed the threshold of my front door.

I can see the top of the building where I work and it would be so easy to jump and this time you are not here.

I am alone and the wind is pushing me so close to the edge that it almost feels like your hands are on my shoulders urging me.

it is so tempting I can almost taste the cement against my skinned legs and bleeding heart.