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The L(edge)

There is a small ledge
in the corner of our balcony.
It is the perfect spot for dying.
Sometimes I imagine myself
pulling up a chair
and getting on the ledge,
teetering, tottering
the wind on my face, a whisper
caressing, softly coaxing
The darkness below
beckoning.
I think to myself,
“How easy it is to take a step”
and feel
for a split second
the rush of finally being over the edge
tasting freedom.
Falling,
falling,
falling
Finally.

There is a small ledge
in the corner of our balcony.
It is the perfect spot for dyi—

 

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Snatches (For W.)

All we have are snatches
of moments stolen a few days
each weekend a few hours
to feel the warmth of bodies
heads touching,
lips meeting,
hands intertwining.
I listen intently to your breaths
and with each rising of your chest
I fall,
I am immersed,
I am overwhelmed.
And just as I am settling,
it is over.
But these snatches
of moments stolen a few days
each weekend a few hours
is enough.

You are always enough.

An attempt.

Observation

At night, sometimes,
I hear the sound of my heart breaking.
If I listen closely,
Close my eyes,
Close my ears from every whisper, slight movement
I will hear my heart creak
As if burdened by a strain,
As if a heavy weight is perched upon it
Waiting with bated breath
To crumble.
Sometimes it sounds more like a head
hitting a wall
A steady thud, almost numbing.
But most of the time it sounds like a screaming
Continuous, deafening,
the sound of a heart breaking
the sound of a heart dying
going,
going,
gone.