still falling

February 11, 2018 by Michael Guerin

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
with a few faded memories
dreams the sweetest
life with you, together
and still falling —
calling out
your name.