falling..

It’s a lack of control

Irrationality taking hold while

you reach to grab onto

something, reaching into the air realizing

you can’t hold onto memories.

It’s knowing that you can’t stop

Nothing is how you wanted it but

everything else is stable, yet

you’re the one falling even

though you were just letting go.

It’s remembering you’re to blame

Had you only held on tighter, perhaps

you would still be in bed, still

wondering what would have happened if

your fingers had slipped.