she looked so pretty with the wind in her face
the cliff at our back offered its final embrace
holding her hand as my heart started to race
she said she'd go first
then I'd give chase
but aren't we meant for so much more?
I cried out as I cast myself into empty space
my arms flailed wildy
she fell with grace
as we wash up on the shore
like broken shells on the beach
will the people walking by pick us up
will they paint us in pastels
will they put us on a shelf
are we now reduced
to decorations
©thadeus
T