Blind Faith

Standing, barefoot, no longer apprehensive,
she, peering over the edge of the ledge,
focused on the beginning, the ending,
what it would mean following courage,
embracing blind rage, jumping,
unconcerned about awaiting impacts,
disengaged with cracks left in the street
from the ripple of her decision made in haste,
“why waste a life in wait?” she thought.

Feet firmly placed,
an expression of liberation on her face,
needing her approval,
“baby, now, I’ll catch you,”
hearing it gave her freedom, free fall,
landing was not part of the planning,
took her all Summer, Spring, Winter, Fall
to gain momentum,
unfortunately, he grew impatient,
caught another,
never heard the sound of his first choice utter,
“I love you,”
leaving her smothered by
the loneliness found when
reaching the ground after,
falling in love all by yourself…