On Sunday evening, after a long day at work, I stood by the edge of a bridge. I had stopped by my house before this. Donned my flowy white dress, my favorite. Written a note. The walk here was unnerving.

I have never quite been 

Just as confused

Than on that quiet and sad afternoon

As I lay on the ground

And watched joy abound

As the sun danced around with the moon

Although it was day