Love's A Waterfall

 

once over the edge,

never again

 

will the drops of love

ever flow through the same stream?

asked the paddler who stroked the tender

waters,

lonely but hopeful,

that would eventually pour

for splits of seconds

 

each pull creating the underwater

whirlwind

where wonder,

because beautiful things

fall short of lasting,

is all that is left behind

the memory of a single insignificant drop

that roared into regret?

 

some drops get stuck

beat down

gasping for the air they don’t need

 

ripple, after, over, crash

burdening the bathymetry of an

eddie so evil

those who can’t let go

 

are suffocated

 

by the water that falls

through love

but not long enough

for love to flow through water