Tagged: fall

forty-three hours have

forty-three hours have
passed since we lost you. i hide
the details
from my-

self, don’t get too close to the
edges for fear of falling

darling, there will always

darling, there will always
be moments when you will not
understand why i need as much
time with you as without

there is a constant
pull between wanting
and not wanting –
and until we stop falling
into each other’s arms
on top of the clean
laundry on an unmarked
sunday morning, there will be
nothing to worry about, you
will forever know i am coming

trying not to fall

trying not to fall
for you while falling for you
is like waking up

in the middle of the night
hoping that the words won’t come

the line between standing

the line between standing
and falling curves
so naturally, there will
be minutes when you
can no longer tell
which way is
up, hours when it
feels so right,
and merely seconds
when it makes a
consequential difference

for the lucky, there

for the lucky, there
is always an escape hatch –
from winter to spring,

summer to fall – where the mind
drops you, from 0 to 60

autumn arrives, and

there are days when i

there are days when i
am sixty signals from
falling, sixty-one
from taking
flight, eighty
signals to
spreading my
wings, one
signal away
from you