Katherine Jacob

South Chagrin Reservation

We stand amidst snow,
Pine catching glitter,
Setting a scene of
Perfection.
You are perfect.

Step up to the edge
Of the glen.
Snow tumbles silently
When you step too far
Have I gone too far?

I am falling with light
While you watch from above.
Insecure and afraid.
Eyes forced open,
You walk into thin air.

I am still here
While we jump
Off this cliff we just found.
And I remain here,
Watching us fall.

Don't fall,
Hold me closer.
Words reflect
Off this rock wall,
This timeless moment.

Perfect.