The Suicide

I jump from a building

As if I were falling asleep,

The wind like a pillow

Slowing me down,

Slowing me down,

As if I were dreaming.

Surrounded by air,

I come to a stop,

And stand back like a tourist

Watching the pigeons.

People in offices,

Wanting to save me,

Open their mouths.

“Throw me a stone,” I yell,

Wanting to fall.

But nobody listens.

They throw me a rope.

And now I am walking,

Talking to you,

Talking to you

As if I were dreaming

I were alive