the fall
i fell for you like a shooting star like a tumble weed like a waterfall. i fell for you like columbia like evel knievel in hell’s canyon. i fell for you like an olympic high diver who stumbles and scores 0 or a sky diver who forgets to open his chute because he’s so distracted by your smile. i fell for you like a carton of eggs falls in the suddenly utter silence of the grocery store like a tray of dishes in a five star restaurant. i fell for you like i fall into a hot spring in winter or a cool pool on a hidden stream on a summer day, like a lake falls for a mountain like a lark for a meadow like a sparrow for the springtime like tears fall at a funeral or a wedding. i fell for you like everything falls. i fell for you like nothing in this whole world had ever fallen before.
(KZ 2016)
And then what happened? What’s “the rest of the story”?
You’re leaving us in mid air!
(Great images, love this)
You know what they say. It’s not the fall that hurts, it’s the landing!