Precursor Feelings:
(Impossible
that it's raining here
that I wish I was crying
while I wish I wasn't.

I want to stand in the rain,
scream your name,
see you,
me.)

[I want something to happen.]

It's a roller coaster,
I was going up,
the cranking, clattering, goodness golly gee,
I was happy.
But then I got to the top,
and the moment,
of hesitation,
I was stuck there, stationary...
Now I fall.

I have fallen thrice.
Once was for you,
Twice was the end of us,
Thrice is now.

Now, I fall.
Because though I teeter on the ledge,
I lean forward,
in my seat,
and fall over the edge.
Down the track.