Monday, January 21, 2008

She fell

As you fall asleep next to me

The only sound is that of your breath

As it becomes heavier

I am captivated by the gentle silhouette of your face

In the dark, your hand is still in mine, as you dream

The realization is sudden and clear

My cowardly heart has gained strength

From your touch, your warmth

And I am ready to fall, to fall

Up or down, or wherever it is one goes

When she decides to let herself

Jump without a parachute, without that promise

It is far too late to hope you will catch me

But maybe,

Maybe you will.

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