So, if everyone jumped off of a bridge,

I’d be confused as hell.
I’d say it over and over again: everyone?
I’d mourn and cry,
And then I’d get hungry
And have to go shopping
All by myself.
I’d walk
Because I can’t drive,
Even though I wouldn’t need a license
Since there wouldn’t be anyone to stop me.
Cautiously, I would walk from the grocery store
Without paying
And sneak through the streets
As if I was in a post-apocalyptic movie
Except I wouldn’t know if I was the survivor or the zombie.
I’d stop showering at some point
And stop writing
Or reading
Or doing anything
Just because I could
Or I couldn’t.
I’d scan the dark skies void of light
For any sign of life
And sob with relief when I heard
Cicadas screeching outside my window.
I would lose myself
And forget the day of the week.
So help me.
I would walk to a bridge–
To the bridge
And gaze down from the flimsy railings
Into the reflection
And abyss
Of my own impossible shadow.