The Leap

I tried to hang in there
Holding on to something
That didn’t even exist
What slipped
through my hands
Felt like a void or a null
But I thought it was all
That I had ever longed for

You claimed all that I wished
Yet owned nothing at all
And I kept looking for dreams
In your sham virtues and douth

But times cannot be facile
And I knew the fall was due
My hands could no more hold
What seemed like a rosy loop

So the leap was bound by fate
And I had no reason to remorse
For to stay was for sure alluring
But I couldn’t be oh so callow.

~ Chhaya