you said that we could meat in the middle

well i think the middle is more on your side.

i tried to leap the gap

while you sat cross legged on the ground

i fell into the crevice

and you waved 

i splashed into a river

were they my tears,

or yours? 

desprately trying to stay afloat

flailing arms fighting

feet kicking for dear life

there was no bridge to get over it with

nor a straw to suck it up

i was alone

a faint face floating 

in a sea of its own tears. 

that sea only growing

maybe one day it will over flow the canyon

picking you up at the edge

if you havent already left.