I pronounced it after two years–
Years of silence
And wondering what I’d been missing;
Cue the airplane–
The propeller is roaring–
The door pops open–
The wind is blowing–
And I am inching out–
Testing the air between us–
The silence that hangs
When I am hanging from an open chute
Seconds? Minutes? Years? ago…
I was tumbling mad screaming
Through freefall
So lost in my experience
That I forgot what was rushing towards us…

Sunset framed the ocean of clouds
Into which I dove
I don’t remember passing through…
I think of you, Colleen,
When I am stable,
The world spread below me
And I know
As I knew when I hung up that phone

–Pondering the empty space–
The vacuum created by lack
Of three words–
I hang between the points
Where sky meets ground
And I am rushing
rushing
rushing
I love you