Freefalling Poem by Mark Heathcote

Was it necessary to hold me back mid-dive?
Now that time has elapsed, all meaning has gone.
But I'm still beyond any point of clinging on
I'm freefalling like a rock thrown into a pond.

Was it necessary to lead me on and then run?
Cold feet don't make a splash, but they do know
how to turnabout and dash.
I guess, in the end - I meant little more than trash.

Should I fall now, no one will hear the splash
I could somersault and win the Olympics
but the scoreboard will only show a big fat zero
where once our love was an inferno
now I feel a hand on my back sub-zero.