What You Found In The Trees

True story.

You found them in the trees-
and by them I mean me

or you, in spaces that beg to be filled.

This is what we were waiting for,
you think, it's on your face,

and then dripping off,
like something slightly less cliche than rain
or flower petals.

It's always funny how long it takes
to get to this place, to find them-

((and by them, I mean me, and you))

or to see that we've done everything there is to do,
and still we keep finding more.

I f*****g hate being responsible, you said,
and I'd agree, and say

                  just catch me,
  if I fall-