I wish you could tell me

There is an overpass

On I-15

A 200 foot drop

I walked there

Believing I could

Let gravity

And God’s palm

Push my tender head

Towards the calloused

Hard earth. 

But I didn’t do it. 

Maybe I am jealous

And angry

That you felt you could leave

Because you were bereft

And deadening inside

You lost your way

Pieces of your soul

Loose and drifting

Like everyone else’s.

You needed peace

And there wasn’t any to be found. 

Not here.

I hope you’ve found it. 

And I hope that your voice

Still skims the top of the earth

And finds solace

In the desolate sky.