Breakage

What makes us
grow and break?
What makes us
fly to each other?
To where rockets go
to hang weightless
at the top of love.
Then fall.
In love with time
we fall.
The holidays of children.
Walks in rain and snow.
Dreams
and sorrows laid to rest,
until one day
one of us calls out
and no reply is made,
and we listen
as the hours pass,
to little voices
inside us
saying,
turn out the lights
when you come in.