When You Fall

You fly past me like a storm

Full of rage and hope

How curious

Yet familiar somehow

 

I know you

Uncontained

Wild

Both baby and bathwater

Which will you keep?

 

Your plight does not concern me

Except where it does

I won’t be there when you fall

I’m sorry

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