Frostbite

The night air is crisp
and clear.
Fall is settling in.
The exhaled smoke

mingles

with the frosty breath
of my lungs.
The moon is nearly full.

I realize that
the man
in the moon is,
indeed, crying.

He feels her pain,
as I do. It is my pain,
the same as it is hers.

Unsure of the next step.
It could lead
to a free fall.

Hope that something is there
to catch us.
Not knowing is frightful,
yet exciting.

I walk the edge
kicking rocks into
the abyss.
I contemplate

leaping.