Falling from the sky
Straight into a parachute
Relaxed by the thin pillow
That swallows you whole
I see the hole in the cloud
From where I fell
Stays in the center
Till it shapes and folds
To something small
And not personal
Carrying a conversation
After the mid-air collision
Talking about the weather
As we free fall
Friendly enough fellow
But his attempts at lighting a cigarette
Don't go unnoticed
As we view the ground below
Hearing the crash
Before the fall
Deafening our thoughts
As we unwillingly continue
On with conversation
Like sharing a drink
His face turns
And all his shame
Flees to space
As we smile
Sincerely
As strangers do
Right before
One big awkward silence.
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