Hal peered over the bridge
at the waves 200 feet below.
They lashed excitedly.
Another Suicide.
Another body to wash away.
He nearly jumped
when a man grabbed hold.
“Let’s grab coffee.
If you still want this after,
I’ll walk you back.”
They became the best of friends that night.
Something about Tom made him feel not alone.
“Thank you,”
Hal said years later,
after a poker night.
“If you hadn’t been there…”
Tom nodded,
tears in his eyes.
“You know, Hal,
I was on that bridge
for the same reason.”
