Through the roof, through the floor

Unseen cracks, missed chances, and the weight of falling (both literally and metaphorically) while chasing mistakes and struggling to stop before it's too late.

You fell through the roof,
Right in front of my eyes.
I watched you, but you didn’t see the hole in the floor,
I didn’t see the hole from below.

Every step of the fall-
I was there,
But I couldn’t catch you.
I couldn't even stop it,
As gravity pulled you down,
As the silence screamed too loud.

I'm blind.
I miss the light,
Stumbling in the dark,
Trying to find a spark
That could light the way.

I’m missing steps,
I’m falling too,
Just like you,
But in different shoes.

I chase the past,
I chase the mistakes,
But I never catch them,
I never make it right.

I should have stopped.
I should have seen.
I should have hit the brakes sooner,
Before this got out of hand,
Before we both hit the ground.

But I didn’t.
I let it slip through my fingers,
Let the cracks widen,
Let the damage linger.

Now, here we are-
Both broken,
Both bleeding,
Both needing a way out,
But maybe it’s too late.

So I’m standing in the wreckage,
Wondering if it’s possible to rebuild,
Or if we’re just…
Too far gone.