Falling.
I'm falling.
I don't know how;
I don't know why.

Did someone push me?
Did I jump?
I don't know;
I don't remember.

I don't care.
At least, I don't think I do.

The wind is rushing at me;
Cooling my face with its chill,
Toying with my wild, curly hair
With its cold, delicate fingers.

I hear death beckoning with its heartless fingers that
Have stolen many.
Some went willingly.

Will I be next?

Wait.

Is that someone down there?
Waiting, perhaps?

...To catch me?

Now I feel the warmth of the earth
And that someone's arms around me,
Holding me as though they'll never be able to
Again.

But I evade death with someone for once,
Finally.

I'm still falling, but
Now I know there is someone to
Catch me
At the bottom

So I may live to see another day...

...with them.

Completed: February 18th, 2016.