The Fall to Reality

Written by: Krystal Cochrane

I sit alone on the dock
the lake fading in the dusk
a sun setting like a golden ember
on a dark landscape
offering one thin line of reflected light
a path of watery flames to walk.

But I stay on the wooden slates
lined beneath my crossed legs 
and look down into the dark water
where my imagination mixes 
seaweed with the faint reflection 
of ripples circling your face.

Reach my hand to feel if you have gravity
but I know that you're not real
just a reflection of desire
if it's hard to fall out of love
it's much harder still 
to hit the cold floor of reality.