the long short drop off a cliff

we think

of leaving as if a fall

from a cliff.

a long

drop

into oblivion,

whether

it's a job, or where

we live,

a love or

friendships gone sour,

our fingers dig

into the side of the mountain,

we don't want

to fall.

we want to hang in

there

and hope things get better.

we hold on for as long as

we can,

then drop, but surprised

that it was only

three feet

to the floor.