The Many Ways that We Fall

I fell when I knew nothing of you.

I fell for mystery

I fell for leather sofas ,

Irish whiskey,

cigarettes

and a beat up Malibu

I fell for you when I knew some of you.

I fell for blues music,

I fell for Daisy Buchanan,

Road trips

and singing along sidewalks,

near benches in the sand.

I fell for you when I knew more of you.

I fell for you who walked through fire

I fell for the words that came out of your mouth

Words that I did not have yet,

and couldn’t say to anyone.

I fell when I knew all of you.

I fell for a kiss on a cold winter night.

I fell for the smell of cloves

And the Little Red-Haired Girl

I will fall again when I know the next you.

I will fall for children's laughter in the yard

And Saturday nights,

and an open-air balcony....

I will fall again.