The trapdoor opens.
He drops like a stone.
My words die on my lips.
There’s no sound apart
From the creaking and
Groaning of the rope as
His body sways to and from.
I turn back to the cliff edge,
Restraining my pain but
Letting the tears gush down
Like shattered mirror fragments,
Each reflecting and dazzling.
If only I could stop my mind from spinning.
I couldn’t shut out his whispers.
Did he hear me?
I don’t know.
He must’ve heard me.
Did he say I love you too
Maybe I just imagined it.
I can’t be certain.
I don’t know.
Not now.
A future without my other
Half.
Just nothing.
I don’t bother to look back
at the sea of faces.
I step off the edge to find him.
Falling to Find 
العرض العادي
