I Fell
By Heather Mitchell
Published 2 August 2024
I cannot say I knew him
nor did he know me
yet somehow in the silence
between the siren and the stillness
the whine and calls for help
the shocking scraping aching
the longing for all to aide or end
his arm brushed mine
and every hair I swear
that dared to prickle tickle
took me back to hiding
in the cupboard as a child
and once found was lifted high
a rushing gushing cold clamped my heart
as the clawing longing left
and I met the moment
knowing I was not alone
and he was there
