Autumn Poem by Bob Bobsalot

I have fallen somewhere in your life,
Did I trip, did I stumble or did I jump?
Does it matter as long as I am here?

I have fallen somewhere in your heart,
Through a crack in that armor you wear so well,
But does it really matter as long as I am here now?

I realize that my place here is precarious at best,
But I will do what I can to remain balanced,
For I don’t want to fall so far as can’t be seen.

And I’m no fool to not recognize that I have company here,
He sits so close I can smell the western horizon on him,
But is he your true reason here, or is it time for a past love to win?

I don’t have the common sense any longer to know if I should leave,
But patience is a virtue I know all too well, and she sits with me now.
I’m almost drowned out by him and his wily little ways,
But who here is begging for forgiveness, you or me?

It’s funny how I bleed and you never really see it.