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We Shall Jump
by Gregory Wilde  /  poetry  /  29 Sep 2007

I think I'll jump off a bridge tonight.


Because they're leaving me behind.

What bridge?

Anything that will let me sink.

And at what time?


Without anyone to love?

I've let go of everyone.

Who did you love?

The girl in the back, the one who didn't say a word.

You have so much left to live.

No, it's only an illusion in your head.

What shall we do with your things?

Sell them to the Queen.

She won't want anything of them.

Then give them to a peasant on the street.

What shall your last words be?

You mean before I reach the sea?

No, silly.

You mean before I jump?

Of course, that's what I meant.

Well, I guess let it be known I tried to love.

And is that all you deserve?

Tell ma and pa I've been happier.

When was that, Nick?

Why, it was when I remembered to dream.

Do you remember what we used to sing?

If religion was a thing money could buy.

Then the rich would live and the poor would die.

I feel like a fugitive in my mind.

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