Vertigo

I wanted to take a picture of you

Standing at the edge

Hair whipping in the wind

Staring out at the river

Watching regatta races likes toys in a tub

“No one comes up here” you say

And I think it’s a crime

But then again, this place is just ours now

“Did you know there’s a thing with vertigo where you’re up high and a part of you wants to jump?”

Death wish, I mumble.

“Of course, I wouldn’t” you say

But I think maybe I already have

Maybe I’m already over the rail

Because I am falling