Friday, March 30, 2018

The Sound of Someone Falling

I was sitting in my room
Making notes about—

Something

Something Lucy had said
I don’t know
It wasn’t important

At the time, it might have been
But now
Years later
No
It’s not

It’s not memorable

And so—

I’m sitting there
On the edge of the bed
Notebook in my lap
Or journal

This old journal I bought
Off the discount rack
At the bookstore
I lived next to
And I heard something…

Now

I don’t really know
How to categorize it
But—

It sounded
Like someone falling

To be clear
It was not the sound of—

And I apologize
For seeming graphic here
But—

It was not the sound
Of someone
Hitting pavement
Or anything awful like that

It was the sound
Of someone falling

As in—

The act of falling

I ran over to the window

Well, first
I thought to myself--

Am I hearing
What I think
I’m hearing?

Or—

Am I hearing anything at all?

Then I thought—

I am
I must be

So I ran over to the window
And I looked—

And nothing was there

I mean, nobody was falling
Nothing was happening

There was nobody—

Again, excuse me
But—

There was nobody on the ground

I looked up
Thinking perhaps
I’d had a premonition

Nobody was on the roof
That I could see
And anyway
My building is only two stories high
So a fall
Wouldn’t necessarily kill you

It probably wouldn’t
Actually

So I started looking all around
At different buildings
Different rooftops

Nothing
Nothing

But I couldn’t step away from the window

I couldn’t escape the feeling
That I had—

Sensed something

That I had—

That something was going to happen
Or already had happened

And maybe it was miles away or something
But it was there
Somewhere
Out there in the world

That sound

This breath-bottling sound
Of somebody
Suspended

In the process of—of—of—

Surrender

And I was listening
And I heard it
And there was nothing I could do

I stood there at the window

I couldn’t move
I couldn’t speak
I could barely…

I just stood there

And waited

And, you know, I—

I didn’t even know
What I was waiting for

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