Wanting to Wait

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