I stood on the bridge and waited

Although I didn´t know

what I was waiting for

Could it be I was waiting

for my courage to resurface

so that I could

jump

Or was I waiting

for my fears to subside

so that I wouldn´t think

about the concrete waters below

Although, truly,

I stood on the bridge and waited

because I wanted someone to stop me

to tell me not to jump

to hold me in their warm embrace

and tell me they loved me

I wanted someone to save me

I was waiting for someone to save me

but no one came

An umbrella and a scarf,

in case the weather changes.

A magazine and a book ,

about some far away places.

Packet food and snacks,

to eat once I arrive.

A wallet full of cash,

to help settle and survive.

New clothes and hair dye,

to aid my escape.

No tablet or phone,

I don’t want to be traced....