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By: Dreadlox33

Waking up before sunrise
Was a forgone conclusion this morning.
He made coffee,
Fed his pet mouse, Padua;
Stroked its tail
…lovingly.
Left a short note for its care.
~
He wrote in his journal;
So much to say
About what lies ahead…
A new journey.
No more pain!
~
Mounting his bike
On to his Volkswagon bike rack
He drove the two miles
To the bridge, parked in the adjacent lot
And retrieved his bike.
~
He threw his backpack on
And rode to the apex of the bridge.
It was an exquisite morning;
The fog billowing against
The orange steel…
Like shaving cream to a blade.
He looked out over the bay
And over farther
At the city skyline and Sausalito.
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He pulled out his cell phone
To call his father…
“Hello dad? I just called to say I love you.
…No, I’m fine,” he assured him.
The conversation was short
And one sided.
“Goodbye, dad,” he said.
~
He lit a cigarette
And shivered slightly.
“Am I ready for this?” he asked himself.
No more pain;
Weak rationalization.
~
He laid down his backpack
With his phone and journal inside
And quickly climbed over the railing;
Stepping onto the attached 16″ steel girder
…now open to the water.
Horns began to honk
From the cars that saw him
…disturbed horns.
~
Far below windsurfers cut roostertails
Through the black water.
He pulled a bottle of Prozac
Out of his pocket.
Opening the lid, he released the contents
Into the open air.
No more pain…he reassured himself.
~
He wrote the name of a girl
And a date onto the steel;
Remembered a time as a young boy
And in the next moment… he was gone.
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~ …ian
~ 6-6-12