Falling

May 2, 2018

You caught me slipping.

You grabbed my hand as I dangled

Precariously over that ledge,

As I toed the line

Between today and yesterday.

And right now, you're pulling me up.

You're holding me back

From that line, that ledge.

You're holding my hand,

And please,

Please don't let go.

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