My face is warm
from the quiet, from the exertion
I can't hold everything
did you expect me to?
An easy trip,
fall is such a wonderful season.
Say you'll miss me
say anything
say it and live again.
So while I plummet,
I see your reaching hands, try
to pull me back up, throwing
ropes of words of love and condolence
and I wonder
what would life be if
I was never rescued?
What is it like to be alone?