D. Wyn Price
Oct 20 · 2 min read

The Edge, a poem

Photo by Christoffer Engström on Unsplash.

Skip along the edge,
Just remember,
“Don’t look down,”
The falling is not the hard part,
It’s when you hit the ground.

In my heart
I want to push you,
As you teeter on the ledge,
On the brink,
Of falling right there,
At the edge.

I hear your heart beating,
Fluttering in your chest,
Batted between him and me,
And you do your best.

Once he made your heart sing,
Something different,
But not quite wrong,
For you found,
Another happy,
After he was gone.

A happy like so many,
Where nothing
Is really free,
But it could have,
Been magic,
If you could only see,

Away from
Circumstances,
Seal all away but us,
Let the world,
Outside burn,
All to ash and dust.

If there was only,
You and me,
Tell me what you choose,
Was I too hard to love,
What is it
That you loose?

The memory of,
What almost was,
A chance to go again,
At the expense,
Of a love that’s new,
Who started as a friend?

Take my hand,
It’s a challenge,
We can fall as one.
Steal away,
This moment,
Remember how it begun.

“Would you mind if I made a pass,”
I thought my heart
Would die,
And indeed,
I think it shall,
if you ever say goodbye.

Just jump,I urge,
I’ll catch you.
Or better yet,
Ill join,
What else can I do,
I’m still in love with you.

a poem by D. Wyn. Price, All Rights Reserved, 2019.

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D. Wyn Price

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Poet, published writer, artist Native to NC, enjoying coastal living. Decent human being. Grateful. Dwindsorprice@yahoo.com Windsorstudios@wordpress.com

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