COUNTING YOUR FATE
Count one.
One goal – to feel
Will I be able to feel the wind,
Brushing hard against my face
Embracing me, welcoming me?
One, two.
Two feet to bring me closer to that
Platform that will accept
The fate I will decide for myself
Two, three.
Three words are all I need
Will you say it?
Stay with me
Three, four.
Four seconds pass and I’m still alone
Not a soul appears,
No one is here
Four, five.
Five more times
I check behind me
Why do I keep hoping?
Five, six.
Six deep breaths
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten, and eleven,
A dozen people swarm around me
But they’re too late
I’ve already stopped counting.