Re: Spring

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Like a gymnast on the tightrope (He could teach me perfection)
Each step, carefully placed (Healthy and strong, a good lesson)

Toes edging gently towards the safety platform at the end (A grade to be met)
And then the wind blew, (And in his youth, death picked a sunset).

I hadn’t even noticed that the sky had fallen (I hadn’t noticed God had left)
And with my face up towards the void (We agreed not to have regret)

I felt the whipping air on my cheekbones cold (A brush of simple pain)
Dancing on the line, arms in motion, heart skipping (The doctors lay his chain)

Suddenly my whole body was free falling (I couldn’t help but jackknife)
And on the day he died, I failed (I crashed headfirst into life.)