Leaping Without a Lover: A Poem

The river below rushed and wound

for momentary rest. 

The facade so renowned.

I know now it’s not worth it.

Somehow the universe knew my fears.

Even the sky was moaning

amidst its tears.

Up here

I could have sworn

I could hear its heartbeat

and I could discern

the irony.

I too never breathed easier

than when trying to find

my own heartbeat

and here the wind was so inclined

to blow me down

following the tune of its own music sheet.

But I didn’t need nature’s selfish help

because my pulse has been drowned low

by your own for too long

and the melody of my solo

now seemed pitchy and wrong.

Memories in classified files

pressed to my breast

of pirated smiles 

fracturing at the acid test.

They couldn’t hold me.

So I fell without ever hitting the ground

despite my wish to find the burial mound.

I wish I were among the smart

embracing nature’s laws

instead of scrambling for cover

but here I was

leaping without a lover.