one last(?) fall from grace

In the wake of my regret (you can feel my pain)

you won't see clearly through my state

unexpectedly it is too late.

how were you to know that

I was actually letting go?

inner worlds colliding

all that I am undergoing

In the air you hear my laugh and reach for

every chilling memory

I wonder if you wish you could sense that

my heart is bleeding

I find myself here again with

one more fall from grace.

thank-you-clark