Falling

Sadness fell. And also puzzle pieces. And also things and trinkets. And also rocks that seem to think. If something fell from outer space… It would fall straight into my orbit. A space rock. Would thank me for catching it, then die suddenly. I don’t think anyone or anything could circle me. They dipped away. New people take their place. At least they try. They all came up to me once. Asked about things, and when you don’t know things… You’re like a space rock. A lot of sadness. A lot of sadness. And random things. You knew things. Until they slipped from your pockets. When they slipped from your pockets… They were my friends. Close to me. Then they went home. A lot of sadness. But no one died, silly.