I'll fall upwards,

past the cities
and through the lonely stretches of asphalt and golden hills,
towards fancies and sleepless nights.

I'll fall past weeks,

of minutes
and through pictures stored and kept and thrown away,
towards cravings and fulfillment.

I'll fall

enveloped
and through the silence of solitude and the wanting it brings
towards curly hair and kisses filled with sweet words.

I'll fall into you and wish to never be free

So please...

Don't let me.