Clinging ...onto...your...ledge
Gripping ... tight
The pain... Chasing through my fingers
As I try to hold on to what little of you I still grasp
The tightness... In my arms
As I try to be strong

The struggle - I need to be stronger, I need to get a grip, I need to pull myself up to your level, be a man, be stronger, forget the pain, get this man up, this man up, man up, man up, MAN UP!!! Are you a man or mouse?!?!
Hold tight. Fight. Look into the light
Of your eyes

Then let go...
...And fall
       ....Floating ....through the air...
Watching you drift ... away into the distance
And the vacuum ...     created by my fall ...
         ...Thins my oxygen
                   ...Dulls my pain and fear...
   ...And I look around me
And notice the beauty and freedom that I had forgotten ...
While I was clinging on ... to you
... Stretching out over miles ... I see endless possibilities ...
But one possibility strikes me most of all
I will crash
I will break
I will pull myself to pieces
I'm not strong enough to survive this fall!!

Then I notice
All the other people falling
Some faster... Some slower... Some further away... Some closer to the crash
Way, way above me,
in the distance,
are 3 small people,
fluttering and playing,
enjoying the freedom in the air,
relishing the experience of the fall.
Not worrying about the crash.
Just enjoying the view.

And I watch them play happily,
unaware and unaffected by the fall,
And all I'm thinking of for now is them,
As I continue my journey toward whatever may be...