still falling —
like a withered maple leaf
from the tree
outside your window
or the first
few flakes of snow
on a cold december
evening
or the weight
of salty tears
when i left
you like a stranger
and the time
we stood like statues
for hours
in the rain.
it’s taken too long
to realize
that there’s nothing
left to gain,
and now
the better part of me
dares dream
the sweetest life
with you, together
and still falling —
calling out
your name.
