"The Fall"

The Fall

 

I didn’t believe
it was possible to fall again,
having fallen so hard, so completely

the first time around,

all the most important parts
of me lined with miniscule cracks.

I don’t mind being broken,

the lines forming character, each one
adding to the tale that makes up the whole. 

I’d grown so accustomed

to my cracked shell, I became lax
in my defenses, letting you slip through unaware,

finding an unguarded spot

just left of center, where the breaks
go deepest, though but a hairline in breadth.

I was out doing an errand,

a few moments before sunset,
my mind wandering to thoughts of you,

and before I knew it,

I’d missed my turn,
had to hang a left and double-back.

The moment I realized

why I’d missed my designation,
I pulled over and paused by the side of the road.

Watching the sunset, I began to cry,
the tears lasting but a few moments,
for the full stream would come later.

I drove home knowing I’d always be broken,

but realizing too, for the very first time,
I still have it in me to experience the fall.




                        ~~~

First published in Garbanzo Literary Journal - Issue #4 / July 14, 2014

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