Bad News

Bad News

I walk
down a dusty sidewalk
with too many cracks to dodge.
I walk
because there is no other choice,
the feather has fallen
landed
as an earthquake.
Just a few words
a simple sentence
and my stomach dropped out
my vision blurred
as did the world around me.
I walk
down cracked concrete
towards your expecting form,
your afraid form,
because who knows what I might do.
Eyes meet eyes,
pulses pick up,
my heart fills my throat.
I can do nothing but fall
into your terrified form.
I can do nothing
but tremble
and weep.
And you tremble too.
As does our world.