heard stories
people who throw themselves in
there are those
who wring their tears out
into the dark
people who try to measure it
searching for understanding
people who spend their life
looking down
eyes met by the callous unmoving depth
she touches my arm
while her gaze is somewhere else
don’t stare too long
don’t you ever wonder?
I’ve been down there
pulled out
saved, I suppose
(nothing you can say)
it’s alright
everyone wonders what it’s like
it’s a cold, dark place
no person should ever see
I’m sorry
words increasingly
ineffectual in moments
like this
let’s get out of here
we leave behind
drops wept down a wishing well
edge dwellers gathering courage
and losing it in instants
instruments and hypothesis
we leave them there
walk in the sun
with a quick glance behind
and I know I’ll return
