POEM: Walk Across The Sky

We used to walk across the sky, morning, noon or night. The sun was never too bright for our eyes. The stars not only within sight, but within reach. I named one for you and you named one for me. Remember? It was just you and me, when we used to walk across the sky.

I never thought to look down, down upon the Earth. Up so high, I never looked down, never thought of the ground, not until the moment I landed upon it, head first; skull split open and bleeding, face crushed, brittle bones strewn across the grass like small shards of glass. That is when I remembered the ground, but before that moment, I never thought to look down.

You never promised that we'd make it beyond the sky and into heaven, you only told me to hold tightly to your hand, you were my guide, you promised that you'd never let me fall, but the tighter I held the more slippery your grasp became.

I can see you clearly now, from the ground, though my eyes are mashed in and useless, I see you clearly up there, where we used to walk across the sky.

I don't want to see you.