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Oct 2013
They say sometimes falling feels like flying.
And every time I catch you eyeing me I wonder how it would have felt to fall with you.
To stand there hand in hand at the bottom taking in the view up above.
What if we had?
Could we have called it love the words we shared and the nights your breath entangled itself in my hair?
Would our secrets have surrendered and made themselves into promises?
Would we exhale the inhales that we had been holding onto and uncross the fingers behind our backs?
If we had fallen would you have looked down or trusted that the ground wouldn’t break our bones?
Would you have let the wind allow you to soar?
Or would you have searched on your own for something more than the tiny echo of a dream we had?
If we’d fallen would you have listened to the way our hearts were able to sing?
Yours the melody, mine the harmony; together they’d bleed so easily.
Or would the shouts from below drown out our song?
Would you have listened if the said we would never last long?
Or would you hear the voice of reason saying we could build a foundation to hold up the clouds and make a river to keep the stars set in stone?
I can’t help but wonder which you would believe in and where we would be if we’d known that love doesn’t happen on it’s own.
Maybe we would have fallen slowly and landed surely.
We wouldn’t have clung so tightly to the edge and wasted so much time worrying about the end.
If only someone had told us that falling could send us flying maybe we would have found letting go something worth trying.
So sometimes I close my eyes and see us cannonballing side by side to the ground realizing that happiness was never up, it was down.
But I never get farther than that because with eyes wide open I know that love is all about timing.
And even though we were almost there our words were just words and your breath found its way out of my hair.
We were too late.
No matter how hard we fought, time doesn’t wait for love to make up its mind.
So instead of falling we fell behind.
And I’m stuck here wondering what we missed every time I look into your eyes.
Date Written: 5/14/2012
Raeann Burkey
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Raeann Burkey  Michigan
(Michigan)   
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