I see a woman fall She reaches towards the sky Desperate to grasp the clouds Her thick brown hair disguises her face And her loose nightgown waves towards the sky
I can feel her gasping breaths The terror that floats in her guts The panic The dread
She falls from her tight rope A barely visible fishing line Strung between skyscrapers so high They disappear into the clouds
Her feet must ache Covered in thin cuts Unable to heal from constantly walking her path
Her bones must feel heavy As she has to pace back and forth Day in and day out Along the line
Is it a relief to fall? Or does that scare her even more?
I stand on this rooftop I see this woman fall I look to the street But no one else seems to see her Some glance Some pause for a few moments, look, then move on Only my world has stopped for the falling woman
Does she know? Does that make her feel alone?
I’m falling from my tightrope And someone is watching me from a rooftop