You held my hand,
and we walked in trepidation onto the precipice,
when the wind of uncertainty caught us,
as we lost our footing into the abyss.
Falling into jagged walls of truth
we landed finally into silence.
Searching, we were separated from the other,
waking in time,
looking up, I see you have managed to climb
onto the edge, watching and waiting.
Sadly, the stones under your footing
loosened by your climb
break into a fall.
Copyrighted: CMM 02/11