FreeFalling,
at a snowflake pace.
Past memories,
of another place,
in time,
when life was a mystery,
when better days,
were yet to be.

FreeFalling,
through love's residue.
The pain still clings,
like morning dew,
to my heart,
and mind.
Still,
bitter I am not.
for I held onto
what was truly mine.

FreeFalling
through an endless sky
of clouds that drift
so slowly by
and teardrops fall
like rain, so soft -
and then as clouds
are borne aloft,
lost in one final
love's good-bye
left floating through
an azure sky.