He laughs and
rakes a hand
through his beautiful,
glistening hair.
"Love you, too,"
he replies.
And there is something
haunting
about the single word
The single letter,
The single pronoun,
The single syllable,
that is missing.
So,
we are not falling
together.
Instead,
I am clinging to
the pieces of myself
that you've left broken
as I tumble
through the clouds,
watching them dissipate,
as I shiver in the cold,
snowflakes absorbing
all the warmth I have left,
the distant view of
our empire
fading in the distance.
So I'll shut my eyes now.
I can't stop the fall.
But from now on,
I'll be falling
with my eyes closed,
to block out the darkness.
