I wrote this poem almost fifteen years ago. I’m amazed at how little my heart has moved in all this time. I know what everyone says, but I’m not so sure if time heals as much as it distances and blurs. Either way, it’s failed me… because I’m still falling.

 Fall with me
 My senses have dulled, yet
 I feel enough to know you're there
 So fall with me
 
 How do I stop the shaking?
 How do I let it all go?
 You thought you had the answers
 Until I asked
 
 Had to decide without you
 
 It seemed like a great idea
 Until the ledge disappeared
 …until you disappeared
 
 Why isn't this easier?
 Why are you so weak?
 Feeding on my fear all these years
 Purging my words behind each closed door
 
 I didn't see the signs
 Too dizzy and bloated
 From your promises
 promises... the verbal equivalent to mail-in rebates
 
 The meat of us has long since rotted
 But still, I eat
 Starvation being the greater evil
 So bitterly, I chew
 As tears roll up my eyebrows and into my hair
 
 Too open 
 Too exposed
 Too alone
 Beginning to crave the smack of the pavement
 The release from expectation
 
 For now, though
 There is no release
 And grasping onto sharp whips of wind and air
 I plead.....
  
 Fall with me
 My senses have been dulled, yet
 I feel enough to know you're there
 So, please - fall with me