Falsetto Poem by Robert Dominicci

My body hangs over the edge
Reaching out my hand
Attempting to outstretch the distance
To grab yours

You start to stretch yours
Hesitatingly, it starts to inch back
Just as your head begins to rotate
Until you’re fully engulfed, in what lies behind you

Stepping backwards
Indulging yourself in past once had
Broken memories of what could still be
But it’s just a past that used to be

Turned, your feet sprint
Toward this mirror of memories
Only to see the ugly truth
Of shattered glass

And as your turn back around
To reach for my hand, a hand to save you
You grasp it only to unveil
That by now it’s been reduced to sand

An opportunity missed
Something so longed for now unattainable
With one choice left
You lay in broken glass and coarse sand