at 10:07 am

I watched a man fall from the 40th floor today

No one believed me

I could not find the body

I could not find any blood

But, I heard his scream

And still, no one believed me

I watched the people that live in the building

Each one picked up their daily mail

Only one mailbox remained untouched

The mailbox labeled, “Eugene Churchill”

The mailbox of the jumper

That no one believed jumped

I hear his scream every morning

Exactly at 10:07 am

I see him fall every morning

Also at 10:07 am

And it bothers me

That no one believes I am affected so

So I go about my day being somewhere else

Hoping that I may not remember

What I cannot forget

Hoping that Eugene Churchill

Can forget to remember me

At 10:07 am