Which Way Do I Fall?

mark-lecuona Poems

Every now and then I look down It’s not the feeling that something’s wrong It just reminds me that I’m not the mountain I don’t like remembering that It’s the ground beneath me that we love But who cares what happens to me? I thought the next step was my last sound Sweaty palms greeted me tonight The gravel that spared me is waiting Or so it seems anyway It’s not so sensible to think this way I didn’t work this hard for the things I see It’s not that I need only flat ground It’s just that I climbed that day for you Living on the edge is only for lovers That kind of stupid is what we long for Living to die is not how I want it to be You could meet me outside of town But will you be her or someone new I’m not so picky about it anymore I’m lying again about atmospheres I believed in perfect switchbacks Never knowing you lived by the sea