I confide in her
Stuttering slurring
“I-i t-think I may sort of i-love ….. him”
Condescendingly emotionless
She says
“Yeah I believe it”
This is old news to her
New to me only
“But I don’t want to”
I whine
Hoping she looks in my eyes
Sees my fear
The Terror
That racks my mind

She smiles
I don’t know I she saw it
“That why its called
Falling
Not
Jumping
Sweetie
And I know you aren’t afraid of heights
Just of falling”