Halfway Down

Sometimes you run head first into destruction-
        no warning
        no time to catch your breath
        no time to apologize
        to those that will inevitably have to catch you-
And off the building you fly
With the wind rushing past
And sounds of disappointment in your ears.

Other time you slowly slide into the ruin-
        a breath here,
        a sigh there,
        little loosenings of the ties that
        once were enough to hold you up-
And you're lost to tears and pain
Before you can call for help,
Drowning in the suddenly overwhelming loss.

Here am I,
Buried in what only now suffocates.
How did I get here?
I cannot remember if I let go all at once,
Or if time leeched at my strength.
Perhaps I should have woken
Halfway down...