The Fall

You made me a promise,

Not too long ago.

You gave me your word,

Vowing to never let go.

"I'll always be there," you said.

"To cushion your fall,

Save you from the heights

You fear most of all."

I recall these sweet lies

With blood rushing in my ears.

I remembered your sugared words,

As I plummet from the skies,

My heart racing in fear.

All alone

I now face the heights.

Face the fall.

Face what I feared most of all.

I grope aimlessly

For the shards of a shattered promise.

I try in vain

To break the fall that was yours to break.

Where are you now?

That I'm falling,

For none other than you.