I will tell you a little story
About mountaintops,
And how despite being

Six-foot
Nothing
I have always had a fear of
Heights, and rollercoasters,
And falling.

Somewhere in here
Is a love poem.

Good timing too.

I was about to talk
About how my greatest fear
Is not the crash,
The tightly knit crunch
Of rock on
Shattered bone,

But rather
The limbo that hangs between
You, and inevitable
Ground
Like a poorly written apology.

One you could never
Find yourself
Reciting
Out loud

For fear
Of having your voice catch
Just as
You hit

The earth.