I can never quite tell where you will fly,

           

nor where you will fall.

 

With will – back to my palm,

The moment you leave,

                                                                              

 

only to be thrown away once more. 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                            Just because,

 

                        no purpose.                                        I want to prove I can keep you going.

 

                                                                                                                        Just because,

 

                                                                                                when you fall I’ll catch you.

 

An intimate cycle of single throws and catch,                                                Or at least,

 

           

 

                                                                       

 

                                                                                                I’ll learn how to.