His head, so full of thoughts he thought it might burst, He told himself he'd had enough of all this hurt, And there where he stood, Cold hands and cold feet, The wind whispered in his ears, "It's only a few hundred feet," The end, he told himself, would be fast & be painless, But he struggled to commit to something this heinous. He peered to the left and then to the right, To ensure that no one would stop him that night, But while he was peering at the view just adjacent, He caught a glimpse of blue and one simple statement, *He reached inside the small box and uttered 'Hello?'* He heard the voice of a woman who spoke to him tenderly, Yet asking questions with urgency, insinuating his jeopardy. His answers were short with much left unsaid, Since he didn't want to talk, she told him to listen instead. Her words traveled far: from his ear to his broken heart As he recalled the ones with which he knew he couldn't part. While finally feeling an easing of his vehement tension, He heard the words, "Thank you for calling the Lifeline for Suicide Prevention." "There is hope Make the call"