Out of Reach

Let me fly and fall, screaming
gravity, eating the moments
away with devilish, wide-eyed
gnashing. I savor, echo, repeat,
and consider. I’m always hungry
to sell that song: your anthem
of “I was right, and you were wrong”.
The rain falls dead to the ground
and the sound is the distance between
where I sit trying to balance the checkbook
and the unobtainable dream we shared.