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How I knew it wasn’t me

I only realised I was at risk

when my brother phoned to check if I was still alive –

he’d heard it on the radio:

a woman fitting my description apparently wept

on the harbour wall before she dived.

‘So it wasn’t you?’

a query rising in his tone.

I too – as I replied – couldn’t help sounding

unconvinced

as if searching for stronger proof.

After verbally confirming my existence,

I walked to the bay window and considered

the breakwater, the beacon,

the beckoning sea

and the woman who jumped in my place.