Falling

I close my eyes, feeling the moment in my mind.

The man is falling, still falling.

I don’t try to shake the image away anymore.

It never leaves anyway.

Falling...

          Falling...

                      Falling...

Down.

I open my eyes and she’s standing there. The one who pushed him. She stares intensely at him and I back at her.

“You killed him.” I say, my voice emotionless.

“No. I loved him.” I shake my head, screaming.

“No! I did. I was going to marry him.”

“You didn't deserve him.” She replies, her voice still even and detached.

“No. I didn't. But neither did you.” She shakes her head.

“Yes I did.” She says, as if the could be no other option.

“That’s why.” I say, and I walk away, feeling raw. So raw and unworthy. So unworthy of the man she killed. Why? Because she loved him. "I'm sure you loved him. Like you love a dog. Like you love food. Like you love-" I sob, looking at the moon, full just like the last time I saw him, just like when she pushed him off that cliff. "I miss you." I whisper. "I miss you like anything or anyone anyone in in this entire universe will or ever miss someone. And I'll never stop. I promise you. And she never wanted anything but someone to worship her. But I wish I had worshiped you like you did me. I'm sorry. I wish I would see you one more time, but I don't deserve it. I never will. And maybe someday I will, but I wish you the best of luck wherever you are." I look up at the sky. "Wherever you are up there."

I close my eyes, feeling the moment in my mind.

The man is falling, still falling.

I don’t try to shake the image away anymore.

It never leaves anyway.

Falling...

          Falling...

                      Falling...