The Edge

All my life

I stood at the edge.

Not wanting to jump,

Afraid of what might happen.

Of the unknown.

And then one day

I figured

I had had enough.

If I jumped,

I might die.

But this was no way to live.

....

I had almost given up writing,

But of course I'd no clue

You were about to barge into my life.

You came in so suddenly

I didn't even get a chance

To bolt the doors from inside.

And now you sit there

At the other end of the table

Indifferent, aloof

As my heart keeps pounding.

Maybe you don't notice that.

Maybe you don't want to notice that.

And I see you as you sit there

At the other end of the table

Not noticing/Not wanting to notice

(Which one is it, for heaven's sake!)

Leaving me here

To wonder, speculate, and hope.