Specter

The first time we met,
I learned what it was like
To fall.

To feel nothing but air and wind
Rushing through me,
Yet still finding myself
Unable to breathe.

And it didn’t matter
If there was any ground
Waiting for me
At the bottom

For I would most likely just
Pass through it

On my way
To wherever you needed me to be. //

The last time we met,
I learned what it was like
To sink.

To feel nothing but air and wind
Rushing through me,
Yet still finding myself
Unable to breathe.

And it didn’t matter
If there was any ground
Waiting for me
At the bottom

For I would most likely just
Pass through it

On my way
To wherever you needed me to be