The Fall

There is a light at the end of the tunnel.
A big white spot,
Where you and I meet
And dissolve again.

There isn't a story you know not,
A path not walked.
You know the trees that are me
And the river that is mine.

Yet you push,
Inch by inch, me to a wall -
A wall we never built.
Tell me love, when I fall,
Do your ghosts fall with me?

-2017