a vertigo
a looming abyss
a lurching in my stomach
it grips my heart,
i catches my breath.

i had stood at the edge of the world with you.
i had viewed all of forever
i had walked the winding path
i had breathed the silence.

and yet even that event,
had been marred by your disease.

now i stand at the edge,
at the end of our world.
this is not what i wanted.
this is not the path i had sought.

but i will step over the edge,
and hope that a blonde eagle will catch me,
or at least break my fall,
and carry me to destiny.