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“Hello, Officer”
How are you?
Carry on with your patrol
You find seeing me here unusual
As the hour is late, and I’m alone
I left home in a state of distress
My wife was yelling, the kids were cryin’
And you’ve found me all alone

I’m standing over the rail on the old bridge
Maybe I can swim downriver; tread frigid water
The dampness of my clothes and the numbing of limbs
Tricked me into thinking I got used to this before I drowned

“Hello, Officer”
Are you okay?
Rookie cop, new to the force
You found me downstream on the shore
Cried a little, but you get used to it
Got up, called me in; notify my next of kin
And now my wife’s crying; the kids are silent
The words she said now fill her with regret

I’m standing over the rail on the old bridge
Maybe I can swim downriver; tread frigid water
The dampness of my clothes and the numbing of limbs
Tricked me into thinking the water was warm

“Hello, Officer”
Will you be there?
It’s my funeral today
My wife wears black; a widow now
The tears come as twenty one guns
Pay their respects in a salute I don’t deserve

I was leaning over the rail on the old bridge
Staring at the troubled water which had no problems
A face I thought I knew wavered in front of me
It told me I was having one of those nights
Where nothing went well, but it would be alright
“Hello, there” you said to me; a startled scare
Caused me to slip and go over the side
“Hello, Officer” was all I could say
As the current took hold and washed me away

“Hello, Officer”, this wasn’t your fault
If that face hadn’t been there, telling a lie
You’d stay on patrol and I wouldn’t have died