I see you slipping,
Falling from sight,
I try to reach for you,
Try with all my might,
I hear myself call for you,
And that's when I realize
That you don't want me to.
You don't want me to catch you,
You weren't even bumped,
You're not slipping at all,
You jumped
Falling from sight,
I try to reach for you,
Try with all my might,
I hear myself call for you,
And that's when I realize
That you don't want me to.
You don't want me to catch you,
You weren't even bumped,
You're not slipping at all,
You jumped
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
This piece won the April 2011 Teen Ink Poetry Contest.
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