What's It Like To Fall?

"What's it like to fall?"

She asked the midnight air.

Her lips quivered in the moonlight, 

hands pressed gently against the sky. 

"What's it like to fall?" 

She whispered, 

softly now, 

a mantra to the snowflakes and the stars.

Reverberating. 

Empty. 

"What's it like to fall?"

 I touched her arm,

"What do you mean by that?" 

Her eyes shone at mine reflecting street lights below,

but they passed right through, 

wistfully hung on the December sky. 

"Nothing." 

She tried the word, 

turning it over on her tongue.

 She tried again. 

"Forgotten."  

"Lost?"

 I pondered. 

"Not lost, just hidden out of sight."

 "A shadow." 

"Yes, that's it." she echoed. 

"A shadow." 

The chill was harsh and we drew our coats tighter. 

"Who are you?"

 I asked, the snowflakes softly brushed our faces. 

"Who am I? 

I wish I knew, 

sometimes I am nothing. 

Sometimes I am more" 

She bit her lip as tears rolled across her cheek.

We let the night hide our silence.

The seconds felt like hours until she spoke again. 

"Who do you think I am?" 

Her eyes met mine, 

clouded with hopes, 

dreams, 

and a loneliness, 

not to be spoken. 

Our breaths billowed lonely smoke. 

"Forgotten?" 

Another tear. 

"Lost" 

Another breath.

"Not lost, just hidden out of sight." 

The air felt heavy. 

"What's it feel like fall."

 The wind sang softly, 

"What's it like to fall?" 

caressing her hair across her cheek.

"Why are you up here?" 

I asked, my voice drifting into silence. 

"Because I want to be alone." 

"No one wants to be alone." 

Below the streets danced with life and merriment. 

She said. "This roof is high." and smiled.

 "Dizzyingly."

"I’m scared of heights." 

She grabbed my hand and sat on the edge. 

Overlooking towers, alleys, and valleys of shadow.

The view was as breathtaking as it always had been, 

only time and the eyes gazing had changed. 

Tilting our heads back it was as if you could hear the spinning of the earth,

singing softly, 

“What's it like to fall?”

"Why did you come up here?" 

She asked me now, 

Her, I, and the stars.

 I let the words come slowly.

 "To be alone." 

She sat up gently.

 "No one wants to be alone."

 "Sometimes you don't have the choice."  

She stared at the lights below . 

"Sometimes."

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

It's counter productive...
she wanted to end her life...
and he just wanted to be alone ---
seems they where meant to be there to give life more meaning...

hers with the question:

“What's it like to fall?”

and the other question:

"Why did you come up here?"

Sometimes things are just meant to be...
faith takes over and the ideas of contentment...
are factored and the reasoning behind them ---
balance themselves out...
at times all we need is a person to talk too...
and being alone is not away the case...