I close my eyes,
and fall,
I feel the cold cutting air beat against my cheeks
and burn my face.
The tears stream
from the corners of my eyes
briefly leaving a glistening trail
before joining the moisture of the clouds.
interesting that a tear
should be the one thing
that I leave behind.
My legacy
A single tear drop,
captured in a cloud
only to be released
to give life.
Will this be my reincarnation,
when that single tear drop
cries from a cloud
to land on the wing of a butterfly.
To rest on a leaf,
to dry in the warmth of the sun
before gracefully floating off
bringing joy and a smile to all those I pass.
If this were true,
then I could shake the fear
that is starting to build in my mind
as my expired body reaches terminal velocity.
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