Falling/Thinking

Special note before we start: this marks the end of the my longest break from blogging. It wasn't a break in the sense that I told myself to take two months off, rather I just haven't had words to express anything in a while. That said, I'm back, and, thankfully, so are the words :)

Falling/Thinking

There's a cool breeze and cold toes

to match my warming heart wherever it goes.

The falling leaves crunch or run

while inside a spring has sprung for a certain one.

A particular friend,

an uncertain end.

An oasis after this desert dune,

or a mirage, more salt for my opened wound.

A what-if motif themes my thoughts,

I fear I'll try to buy what can't be bought.

Or it can, in a two-pack with your choice of red lights or divorce.

But I want the real one where we choose its course.

Less falling than thinking,

more loving than sinking.

This fire could create or consume, fashion or feast

And I don't know which one, but for now, at least,

I'm falling/thinking.