Deserted Hill

It feels so much like falling.

Down a deserted hill,

Expecting to hit rock bottom,

But I am falling still.

And your words,

They haunt me.

Tears are welling up,

Begging to be free.

I recall your touch,

Can’t forget your face.

I never thought,

I’d feel that safe.

But now it’s gone.

There’s no more us.

I hurt you.

I broke your trust.