Love in the Fall

I can hear the sounds
of two young people
falling in love
the joyous freefall
of her laughter
cascades down the stairs
as I sit, writing alone

He is wrapping her up
in his warmth,
in a place to feel
safe and exhilarated
trust is a willing blossom;
there is no fear in their fall

I have an obscure memory
of being fearless that way
outside, the wind pelts frigid rain
against my window
and that time seems very,
very long ago