We met and I started falling.
You planted something inside of me
that grew as fast as we got familiar with each other.
Developing feelings nourished it.
and struck its roots deeply
into my fearful but expectant heart.
just as it was about to open its leaves and buds,
you gripped it
and ripped it
o u t.
With all its leaves and roots,
and a part of its nurturing ground.
It left a hole with crumbling edges
and a starving soil and soul.
You left and I...
But it was not a fall into,
not a strangely novel but comfortable one.
It was an aching, confusing and scattering fall.
It was a fall with falling
a p a r t.