They play on the edge of the abyss
-what if I were to fall?
-you won't, don't worry
-would you catch me?
A silence spanning the length of eternity
-always.
They run and skid by the maw of the abyss
-whew, that was close
-let's go a little further back
-would you have caught me if I had fallen?
An automatic response, listless and robotic
-of course I would.
They run and they tumble at the lip of the abyss
-I'm falling! I'm falling!
-it's fine, you'll be fine
-can you catch me?
...
please, catch me. PLEASE
...
He sits and he stares at the edge of the abyss
-I was too far away, her hand slipped before I could reach her
-I told her we should go but she wouldn't listen
His promise of always lingers in his mind
because
he let her
go.
