It was not the idea,
Of jumping off a bridge,
That kept me from,
It.
It was not the idea,
Of feeling my body fall,
At 75 mph that scared,
Me.
It was not the idea,
Of my own inevitable ending,
That stopped me from,
Death.
It was your face,
And my mother's,
And the tears,
And the blaming,
And the last thing I wanted,
Was to hit the water,
And know that you'd jump in,
An hour after,
They found my body.