Pisces

Falling

I think

The groundlessness and the sense of speed I felt since

before I fell

from my first bike

I used to speak to you

Like I'd never get another chance

Piling word on word til the run on sentences went straight

over a cliff

Like you would catch me

Life lines to my heart or maybe

Brides across the space

But somehow never quite enough

I tried your patience on for size

poor fit

Patience is not presence

And you cannot kiss an idea

Try

As I might

I think

sometimes I tried so hard to empty my hands

that you might better hold them