Glass, Miles, and the Pull of Gravity

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I feel the slipping,
the grasping you do
right before you leap
head first
off the cliff you carry
in your path.
Your fingernails dig in
but they’re only
as strong as you let them,
so they crack
and you fall
and I watch,
a helpless voyeur
trapped behind glass and miles.

You say you’re coming back
and I can feel the pull
of that sad magic
trailing behind you
like gravity,
yanking me back in
as if I had never left.

~Patience

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