and then...

There was rhythm, there was reason and a rhyme.
Steady beats, deep and strong
Faltering breaths that come with unbidden thoughts

Then, suddenly,
As most great things are unexpected
You get the sense of things falling into place

There’s that word again
Falling.
Why not, stepping into things? Walking into?
Falling always results in pain.

Then the leaving.
Leaving one, strangely, bereft
Of what, I do not understand
A separation that almost feels like you lost something
The phantom limb syndrome.