the pitch and fall took me by surprise,
the weightless, unbearable
heaviness in my bones, of anticipation
and love and just deaddeaddead.
my eyes slipped close before the impact,
because if i squeezed them tight enough,
i could imagine you being there on the freefall,
holding me on the way down.


9/1/12

A/N: To Alex, because you called me the Ghost to your Hamlet.