I could fall for a million years and never hit the ground.
I could fall for all of you and never make a sound.
What a shame to be gone without a single splash.
No history left, not a single word. Not even a dash.
To skip upon a fence and trip on picket’s edge.
Better still to sleep a deep sleep. I feel the hanging ledge.
Falling still, always falling, I seek a single grasp.
Landing still, can I land. An ending at last.