Impending Doom on a Sunday Morning

Apple trees, vibrant skies,

Spending the day with you 

Reminds me of a time

I’ve never actually lived, 

And it scares me. 

I watch as you test the next branch,

My feet planted safely on the earth,

As my mind spins

Conjuring up images of happy possibilities 

Only for them to be blown away by the wind. 

I can feel it now;

Torn cotton revealing bloody knees 

The high just before you crash,

Facedown onto the pavement

For everyone to see. 

For me to look back on

And cringe. 

But what if that never happens? 

What if this becomes normality?

Of seeing you laugh, seeing you smile

As you try to reach the top branch

And grab the apple hanging in the air. 

Making this day, the beginning of it all.