The loud ring of the phone
brings him back to the
most important
day of his life;
his marriage
He doesn't know why
that memory was
triggered, but it's
all he can see
He longs to be back at that time
Falling, falling
The sweet tune of
"Here Comes the Bride"
plays in the back
of his mind
He sees the ground below him now
as he sees his wife walking
down the aisle
Closer & closer
Flirting with death
Near to the ground now
She's at the foot of the altar
She made it
So did he
"Till death do us part"
At first, this poem may be difficult to understand. The prompt for it was not from my own mind, but a fantastic book I have, "642 Things to Write About", which continues to inspire me. This is about a man who jumps from the 40th floor of a building, hears a phone ring while passing the 28th, and regrets his to decision to jump. It's my interpretation of what was going on in his head. I'll let you figure out the rest on your own.
