There’s a cliff
You’re standing on it
Saw that image many times in my head
It was always sundown
And salt was in the air
Tried to take your hand
You let me briefly
I squeezed it gently, smiled at you
You gave me a glance
There was nothing in it
And you let go off my hand.
Edge being so so close, I slipped
Tried to grab your hand
But you weren’t seeing me
There was a new hand in yours
And you pushed me away.
Falling down, I didn’t fight
Knew it was over
And the dark wasteness waiting below
Took a deep breath, blinked
And salt was in the air
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 5:17 PM UTC
There’s a cliff
You’re standing on it
Saw that image many times in my head
It was always sundown
And salt was in the air
Tried to take your hand
You let me briefly
I squeezed it gently, smiled at you
You gave me a glance
There was nothing in it
And you let go off my hand.
Edge being so so close, I slipped
Tried to grab your hand
But you weren’t seeing me
There was a new hand in yours
And you pushed me away.
Falling down, I didn’t fight
Knew it was over
And the dark wasteness waiting below
Took a deep breath, blinked
And salt was in the air