A suicide (or fall)
only five minutes away.
What could I have pulled
from his eyes with mine
that said:
stop,
I love you, stranger —
I love you for being alive.
Or:
Knit a new day, stranger —
with stitches that hold,
not unravel.
(Or:
Are you the fallen,
that we might one day be?
A leaf off a spring tree?)
Stranger — I love you either way.