Shock
Screaming
A splash, which im not even sure if I heard, or just imagined
A body broken beneath the bridge
A girl dead in the sea.
A blue sweater and
A face I couldn't see
And I hope one day
I can close my eyes
Without imagining hers,
And I can’t help wondering if
when she let go of the bridge,did she regret it?
Did she die wishing she had held on just one more day?
If only she could see, the way I sobbed,
After realizing no one would be able to save her
So she could see the world really
Needed her

And I wonder, if she knew that
in all my dreams I am reaching out to her
Only to watch her slip away
Or that though I will never know her name,
I will spend the rest of my life
Wondering what it was,
Would her heart still be beating?

And I wish that I could remember her
As more than the body in the waves
That I see every time I try to fall asleep,
because she deserves more than her death
Because she is more than the statistic
Of 1,500 lives lost on
The Golden Gate Bridge
But no one will ever see her that way

I will
I will remember her for them,
every morning when the sun rises.
and she isn't there to see it
I will remember the girl,
Not the statistic,
Not her death.