the art of Falling

Of cold nights and shared songs

You tucked a strand of hair behind my

ear, and played me a song.

We were sitting under the stars,

basking in the serene silence of the

night, and you said

"I think you'll love this song."

Little did you know,

My fingers curled on the damp grass,

The cold surrounding us long forgotten

Replaced with sweet warmth of your

words and the song

Heart filled to brim with unshed words

And then the crickets sang,

The gentle breeze hummed,

The stars smiled,

And I,

Fell.