We held hands and I-
held my breath so as not to disturb that moment between us,
to savor the embrace I wish would last lifetimes.
I need to stop loving her,
I need to wake up and realize that what I put her through-
could be interpreted as psychological violence,
something I will spend the rest of my life fearing I create.
When I fell for her,
I tripped down three flights of stairs,
leaned a bit too far out top-story windows then wondered why she wasn't there when I hit the floor.