She was like the sun in the way
I’d like to be millions of miles away.
But much like the fool Icarus,
I find myself falling and choose
to seek the high of freedom—not
reason. It’s a gamble sought
with nary a chance like a coin flip
and choosing the side. A slip
of judgement, falling from the sky,
reaching for that same sun, I—
NaPoWrimo April 24 prompt, a poem in which you describe something with a hard-boiled simile.
Flipped Serendipity 