All Along

~All Along~








Balmy winds

lay him down

looming old trees

hum the sound

of love's rightful

place

against the wall-

closed eyes

remark, laugh,

whisper "fall"

and the globe

raises a brow

shocked

at enough.



Love's rightful place

against the wall

where identities squirm

synchronized

and still

they sit



when connected

he rises

head in hands

and cry.



She sees-

on bent knees

whispers "fall"



and he obeys

the one

inside-



it was him all along-

the wall,

the tree's place;

even the fall

skipped from

his own

lips.



A suicidal

joke.



An accident.