Sometimes I Fall

Sometimes I fall.
Fall hard.
Pretending there are soft arms...
I hit the ground.
and hit hard.

Coming to my senses,
I let the shock of my loneliness
become absorbed into the remembrance
of all the empty bottles,
torn sheets, wrinkled clothes,
and soaking pillows
that have accumulated
in the closest of skeleton hearts.
And forget. For a moment. a lost kiss.
along with some dangerous bruises
and not enough storage-space for the pain.

Then I chuckle,
look around and pick myself up,
brushing off my clothes and misery
walking away with that sore feeling that eventually fades
retrieving my pride off the sidewalk
and faith from the skies the color of my eyes,
but without looking back,
i leave my heart lying where I fell. and fell hard.
and continue the confident pace toward my sin.
Knowing I'll just head back the same road afterwords,
and maybe, just maybe, I'll come across what I left behind.