Under the Falls

 Under the Falls 

Sitting here under the falls, focusing on the water cascading down; crashing into the pool. 

Hearing nothing but the sound of the water, my thoughts on this peaceful place and on you. 

Wishing moments like these were something we could share, it would be beneficial to us both; not to mention, sitting under the falls is cool. 

But it is only a wish, your schedule too packed for an afternoon spent like this; so, I sit here enjoying it without you, something I am used to. 

 

Sitting here under the falls, the beauty around me is easy to see, a thing far too many people take for granted. 

These falls are beautiful, peaceful and full of danger; a deadly force that calm or kill. 

Kind of like you, a force to be reckoned with; driven by a rage not everyone can see, brought on by a life of struggle, that always seemed a little slanted. 

Though deep down, there is a peaceful side, kind and caring; I saw that side of you, that side made me fall and I hope someday to see more of, to get my fill! 

 

Sitting here under the falls, remembering all the wonderful things about you that I miss so much right now. 

Wanting so badly to get back to that place, where you saw me as safe, a person you could open up to. 

I see glimpses here and there; but they have become so few, I hope one day I can get that side of you back somehow. 

Sitting here under the falls, thinking about how much I love you and wishing we could get back to how we started when I first met you! 

 

-Angela Stull