She was the sort of person

She was the sort of person
behind whom a door never closed forever.

It was always on the latch, on the jar,
in case she would think to turn around
or a cry would call her back.

But now the door is closed forever
and locked and bolted by another hand
with we remaining hammering on the metal
and she silent beyond.


Nobody knew what was at the falls. They just knew there were bad things there and they must never go there and their parents would literally kill them if they went there. Or they would not, or could not, because nobody had ever returned from the falls alive.

So of course she and I decided to go there together, hand in hand,and we saw what was at the falls and we felt what was at the falls and we fell together and we will never be back but we tell each other this story over and over. Now you.