Beating the Odds

Beating the Odds

by TacomaSquall

The Falcon races ahead,

My love at her helm -

The race between us

Finally come to an end.

Pushing the envelope

Was always her way,

No matter how hard,

No matter how far.

She banks upwards,

An effort to breach

The last barrier we saw -

The one we'd never reached.

The Falcon strains higher.

Even as I fall back,

I can see her climbing

Into the cerulean sky.

Something goes wrong!

The air is too thin.

The Falcon stalls out,

Begins her last descent.

I firewall the throttle,

Knowing I'm powerless -

Unable to turn away

From her deadly fall.

Too late I arrive,

I see her go down -

I watch my love founder -

Victim of our dreams.

Darill, so much have

I yet to tell you,

How much I loved you -

How fortunate I was.

Now all life lacks value,

Everything is a game.

Why were you the one that died?

I was the one who lost...