Falling
by migs
Just when I was on the verge of falling you came and lifted my wings. Tacitly awaiting my down pour, you eradicated the skies of stormy weather. When it seemed inevitable that the only way was down, you displayed to me other directions. Emotionless as I am, you’ve proved my emotions are temperate, discreet, but existent. And now that you’re gone, I catch myself slipping again. Hoping that one day, you’ll break my fall…