The precipice

I can see it

I can see the end

I can see the edge

I'm falling over it

And you're not stopping me.

For a moment it feels

as though

(as I'm wrapped in caring arms)

that you don't want to see my end.

But that stops

because I'm still scared

that you'll be gone

come morning sun.

I don't know when I'll feel ok again.

With love, Beau xx