The Suicide

Not a blinking eye.
Cars whiz past with their lights blaring.
In the back of my mind:
The recent image
Of the leg climbing the side of the highway rail.
And how I almost ran her fragile body in.
That body that was about to run herself in.
The other side of the highway railing
Is about twenty feet down,
Onto another road.
Not a blinking eye
As I drove home.
In the back of my mind,
Wondering if she made it home too.