Most of the time I feel myself crumbling and I don’t know what to do.
Every day I wake with a shudder down my spine and a hard lump in my chest as I breathe out that last dream I could recall. It’s always of you, chasing me. Me, running so quickly that you were never able to catch me. I jump off a cliff and into the rapids below. When we finally meet at the river bend, you reveal to me your wounds.
“This is why I couldn’t jump”, you say.
“I didn’t know” was all I could muster, before I jolted myself out of it and screamed your name.