I love the way you look at me
as my toes curl on the edge of the pavement.
For once it looks like you care
as I'm standing, looking down at my grave.

Your tears electrify me
as they mix with the hot summer rain,
because now you're terrified.
I feed on the fear.
The basis of you, losing something
other than time, money, or your mind.

I lean forward and hear you gasp
I laugh, lean further, stretch out my arms...

You don't catch me.
I knew you wouldn't.
That's fine.
Maybe in
the next life
someone else
will.