I stare down with you
As if I would fall, too,
No one can take credit
For this insane leap
Me, wanting to hold you back
Holding my breath
As I drive home
Scared I might run off the road
Never realizing the crisis
You are going through
Never able to make up for it
Later, when it’s already too late
Me staring over and over again
as the photograph with your face
and the fall behind you
uncertain, what it means,
and why you sent it,
and what I can do if you did,
hoping it is some kind of joke,
that the expression I see
is not of doom, but of
love-making's aftermath,
and that some other man
is holding the camera
and you,
so that you won't fall
after all
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