We’re falling
Little grey particles sliding from grace
Floating sporadically through smog filled space
Only to land
In perfect place…
Sometimes

You’re falling
A tortured soul disguising your hate
Lying dying knowing too much too late
Groping with hands
In tearful wait…
Sometimes

I’m falling
Matching lost memories piece by piece
Building what’s broken to take one more peek
Remembering old hurt
Too numb to speak …
Sometimes