Unsure
Dangling upside down, held up by only trust
I am suspended over a bridge,
One of which I am afraid to cross,
afraid to think about,
afraid to imagine.
But you hold me there
suspended
laughing
I don’t know why I let you torture me
I know I’m going to fall
hard and fast
painfully
but it’s happening and I feel as if I have no control
I let it happen
and then you’re gone
years later I can’t forget
that bridge,
that night
that mistake and the long recovery.

but that’s the funny thing,
Hamlet could've killed the king.
You could have killed me,
Released your grip, sent me down.
Rushing, flying,crashing, crying
Your name on my breathless lips.

But...

You didn't. You held me,
Up.
Alive.

Still suspended, but no longer unsure,
We've met dangling above the water
On a bridge.

Your Ophelia, safe from drowning.
Safety assured.