“Please… ” I whimper,  “Don’t Lose”…

“Your grip of me.” ….

“I’m falling!”

 

*Our hands beginning to slip*

-Looking down-

And then up….

Tears stream down my face…

 

Into your eyes. I stare…

“I don’t want to say…”

“Goodbye”….

 

As the grip,

hope,

love,

is lost…

 

I’m falling.

 

-Nina