Over The Falls
And so my tragic tale goes
that we could be winding down this river,
going as fast or slow as our love wanted to go.
And in the end, or toward the middle, wherever it happens -
we’d hit a slight bump, maybe turn over a few rapids.
Afterwards it’d never be the same, our conversations
or small texts would never feel the same, just slightly vexed.
Sooner or later, usually the first, you’ll just end our conversations
and break something more than my trust.
We were headed down stream, not a single fall in sight -
And yet, I still feel as though a cliff hanger is around the bend.
I’ll be left hanging, just like so many times before
I poured myself out only to find, it would all go over the falls in due time.
- Derek Ellis
