Guardian at the Falls

Six months before that night, rain slick on our skin. The pulse of

a life we were drawing in. Your coat draped my chair, the world closing

tight. We mapped every crack in the fading light.

We learned which stones held firm or gave way. We danced on

the falls like we'd always stay. You'd say, "I never glanced

down with you near." I promised, "No need, I'm the

guardian here"