Addison McCready
Falling
When I met you,
the sun started to rise.
I could feel the warmth on my cheeks,
the refreshing air floating throughout
my lungs.
When I met you,
the mountaintops were what I stood on.
You provoked me to trust,
convinced me to fly.
From the mountain I jumped,
letting you overtake my mind.
The silence of falling was
the calmness of being yours.
Serenity and peace,
finally found.
Until I realized you were
not behind.
After all I was not a feather,
more a cylinder block.
You watched me fall
and let me die.
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