Two climbers die

Fall thirty thousand feet.

A man and woman.

And my first thought is -

I hope they were in love.

 

To see the other fall

When you are safe

Must be the saddest thing of all.

 

How long would it take

To fall thirty thousand feet?

 

If you fell alone

Perhaps you’d have that cliché time

When all your life cascades before your eyes

In concentrated memory.

But to fall with another -

To meet their eyes?

 

Would there be reproach?

From her to him or him to her?

“This is your fault”

A wrong done with no time to earn forgiveness is too cruel.

 

They say that when a man dies

It’s for his mother that he calls

But as through the icy air he sprawls

Would he not call to her,

His spirits home?

I hope he did.

Or would there just be regret.

Regret that screams from mountain tops.

 

Love can be a leap into nothing.

You hope you can hold hands like skydivers

And share affections parachute.

 

Twirling, reeling, feeling the earths pull

I hope they had the time

To look into each others eyes

 

“I love you, with all my falling heart I do.

I wouldn’t want to live without you.”

As their forever came too soon.