There’s a spot at the Central Park Resevoir renamed after Jackie O., that is a common place for suicide since rumor has it, it’s the deepest and most effective place to jump.
On occasion one sees flowers left in remembrance alongside candles and cards. Today I saw a coat on the fence next to a silk scarf billowing poignantly in the early morning breeze.
I hoped I was wrong, but at 6 a.m., felt a very distressed lady may have just said farewell. I called the park police murmuring my fears who said they’d have a look.
Hopefully some girl, or boy for that matter, after one too many beers, merely left their things behind, but something tells me…
a troubled soul is no more…sigh