We're All Falling

I stated writing
love letters
to the sky.
I just folded them up
 into origami
airplanes,
but they sprouted
wings
and left me behind.
 My heart has been dropping hail
the color of Sundays,
so I tried
to untie the tangles
forming behind my tongue,
but I got lost
behind my words.
I couldn't convince my heart
to stop
dragging its feet,
so I promised
to start dancing
through riptides
and thunderstorms;
but there were far too many
mud puddles...
 I didn't even realize
I was alive
until I started drowning.
 And now
the sky's still filled with paper wings,
but pieces of them
keep
falling.