of my ills
of those damned mistakes
and filled
replete with resplendence
seeking glory I have found you
your face reflected in every curvature
falling and I?
I hold my gaze level
while you hang for one last
ensnaring but no, useless
moment
until this too passes
and I?
I hold my head straight
as you fall
small and uniform
all that is you blending with all that is else
and disappear.
And I?
I hold firm
and leave you
to drain away at last.
