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.