Caution: Gravity at Work

By the time I knew what was happening,

it was too late to stop it.

Like a train with no brakes,

like being in a barrel going over Niagara Falls,

I fell.

Tell me, when did I go over the edge?

When did the gravity of my heart

win over the logic of my mind?

When did I become pathetically dependent

on reading your voice each night?

I never wanted you to hurt,

but now I’d do anything to make you smile.

And recently it’s twice as easy.

Forget the parachute.

I’m falling hard

and landing on cloud nine.