Meeting you for the first time,
It felt like Falling.
Falling into sweet cotton candy,
a warm autumn breeze,
dazzling jewels,
rib-cramping laughter,
soft smiles,
and blinding stars.
It felt like Falling
into friendship.
This time,
I am Falling.
Falling into broken glass,
and a cold night.
Dimmed lightbulbs,
dull knives,
a star that has
given its last light.
A different kind of
Falling,
not intended for you
at all.
This Fall feels
weightless
and heavy,
all at once.
You can stop it,
I think.
I don't know if you'll try.
- For someone real. We all know this descent.
