I feel like falling

Into love, or out of it,

the direction doesn't matter

so long as I do fall.

Love and loss are more similar

than my own eyes

and my sisters.

I regret not taking hold of

the opportunity

you gave me, a chance to

hold you close against my breast, my chest

heaving when you say

goodbye.

to feel is the greatest of life's

tragedies,

be my shakespeare

take my heart

twist it as you would the playbill

to our opera.