Falling in love,
the free fall,
the nervous excitement
of being out of control.
Flying.
Looking in every direction at once,
nothing holding you back
or tying you down.

But everything changes,
that feeling can't sustain itself.

That free fall?
you start to notice the earth coming closer
and closer.

The soaring, flying feeling?
It falters.

The honeymoon butterflies,
that nervous excitement-
turns to a pit in your stomach.

There's nothing solid to hold onto.
You have the freedom to look all around you,
nothing blocking your line of sight.
But then you realize
that expanse you so loved,
gives you nothing to grasp.
And when the word finally comes to you,
goodbye is like hitting the ground.