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Gravity


 

In fiction, people who fall

reach up and hold on 

for hours.

 

It doesn’t work that way: gravity is stronger.

But I can appreciate the image as I

let go of you 

 

slowly.

 

Knowing the fall

will come,

accepting - yet

 

I hold on a little longer.

 

Close my eyes once more

call up our image 

wake up your face that

stirs in my memory 

a lover who never 

spent the night -

 

I want to see it 

just once more.

 

Like holding on to that slippery brim: it makes

no difference

but every difference

 

for the blink of an eye.

 

Prolong the wait

for the fall:

this, too, is life.

The adrenaline of being

 

swept away.

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08/2019

photo credit: Tim Marshall/Unsplash