Freefalling

Freefalling

Like leaves that pirouette from the boughs of a dusty autumn branch

Like snowflakes that glisten amongst even the darkest of nights

And like a steady summer shower, breaking up  muggy cloud- filled skies

I fell

Did you hold out your hand ready to break my impact ?

Or did you watch as I careered to the ground,

Wincing as I landed and lay at your feet

Beautiful, yet delightfully broken.

Did you pick over my shards ? Try to  " fix" me ?

Did you fall to your knees and gather me back up in your palms

Like your whole world had crashed down in front of you ?

Or did you stare at my crumbled remains,

Unable to touch, yet unable to look away

Bidding me a hasty retreat as I lay amongst the wreckage of natures delectable beauty.

You said you could handle me.

But I slipped through your fingers and

look.

Just look at the mess that you made.