Suicide

I expect to see my life flash before my eyes
Standing on the edge of this ten story building,
But instead all I see is the woman
Preparing dinner through the window
In the building across from me.
She's young and beautiful, representing
All the reasons I am up here and
About to die.
Perhaps, I think, I should wait till she looks up
And sees me before I jump,
Just for some last minute kicks.
But no, she won't look up,
And if she does she won't see me,
Only the clouds and the crisp blue sky.
Now her husband comes over and gives her a kiss.
Perfect domestic bliss.
Perhaps, later, when she hears the news,
This woman will cry.
But probably not.
I am a stranger, after all.
Goodbye, stranger!
Perhaps in another life.
As for now, I have a date with destiny.
(I fall) How wondrous is this life!