falling, fall.

when you walked it was like
you were always falling.
you would lift your leg
and fall into the next step
and your foot would catch you.
next step.

your shoulders were so thin.
i probably could have lifted you.
i probably could have held you.
step.

your arms were so mutilated,
so empty, always hungry.
i had to leave the room when
they came in to take your blood.
next step.

i'm sorry for the time
i turned the corner
because i didn't want to feed you.
and i didn't want to refuse.

you see, friend, sometimes i fall too
and my feet aren't there to catch me.
step.