sometimes, the brink of needing closure

collapses right through your heart

and into the air,

some would call it flying

until it’s not

for how do you prepare 

when the world rearranges itself

and leaves you falling towards something

you’re still not quite ready for

like flying,

you must act as if you’re above it all

as if the scar never burned when acid rain consumed the gash whole

as if the air never got thicker

as you were forced to ascend 

but like falling, these things

slowly eat away at the remaining flesh on your bones

and still somehow make it feel

bearable

or at least

tolerable

because you’re still at the precipice,

looking downward–

steadying yourself for the drop

but for some reason you feel oddly calm

something like closure

something like control

and as you say your goodbyes, those little

last wishes

you realize

it really is just flying

until it’s not