Miscellaneous poetic jottings
Monday, December 5, 2011
THE CRASH
There had been smiles and
some confidences,
and walking, head-in-the-air
not looking where I put my feet,
I stepped on nothing but air,
and falling I saw your face
looking over the edge;
and as the rocks rushed up,
you waved "goodbye" to me.
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