spent the night
counting raindrops
as they tapped
against the window
a brief nap
where she awaited
smiling sadly from
across a chasm
at a fool pondering
a running start
not considering if
i could make it across
or trying to be sure
the fall was fatal
and as i lay there
heart hammering
against its cage
i wondered if maybe
the sky wept for
an acceptance of
a loneliness which
has no cure