The Fall

by Tal Bauer

How do you fix yourself when you don’t know what’s broken? How do you find your way when you’re so lost you don’t know which way is north?

“Sometimes I look at you,” he says, his voice low, “and I forget how quiet my life was before.”

It scares me how deep this love runs when I have no memory of how we got here. Every atom of me is oriented toward him. He is my North Star.

You are the part of me I never knew was lost, my missing piece I never knew I needed.

“And if you want something breathtaking, you’d better be willing to burn for it.”