Poem: Jump

The grass, the air
The smell of his hair
She thought it smelt like shampoo
But then again, you never knew with men.
Did you?

What would he say?
She thought at night and at day
He'd told her not to worry
That it would all work out in the end
Would it?

She could remember
The fire, the ember
But most of all, those two words
That he'd said before the jump
Join me.