At Arm's Reach

I had her life in my grip.

Locked hand to hand through the tension.

Weightless like air, high in suspension.

I refused to relinquish my grasp.

For I couldn't stand to watch her plunder

into the depths of the terrain.

Nor could I carry on without her grace.

Her majestic essence, my queen.

Her beauty shined like all stars did.

Miracles happen in contingent circumstances.

This was one miracle that didn't stand a chance.

No time for a moment of weakness.

No time to give in.

The rope that I clung to for her life was wearing thin.

Like salt upon a string.

Disjointed bones and cartilage birthed excruciating pain.

But deep, painful emotions override the physical.

And I know in the end, enduring such a loss would be detrimental.

I can recover from wounds, but a lost soul is an eternal heartache.

It seems her fate was never an option of mine.

No matter how tight I held, no change could be made.

She chose to relieve the pressure among

our hands that I struggled to preserve.

Her decision to let go.

I reached out as far as I could,

but I couldn't regain control.

She looked deep into my eyes

as I watched her fall and fall and fall.

The look of desperation and complete fear upon her face mirrored the expression on mine.

Causing a waterfall to stem from my eyes.

To watch her fall, knowing there was nothing that I could do

to halt the terrible fate that was approaching, killed me inside.

But I continued to watch until

she successfully came to a crash landing.

I watched her life perish into darkness like a sunset.

The beautiful image of life I once knew became a lifeless figure.

Gone for eternity.

That waterfall is now an ocean.