Rain drops and stars fall

Falling in love should be like falling asleep

Autonomous, and gradual

Not like falling down the stairs

Passing out my heart, like flyers on a busy street

Some crumple it and toss it away
Others tuck it in a pocket, and perhaps they'll remember where it is when it's useful

Some give it a glance, maybe two, and pass on by
Others fold it neatly, and keep it forever.

Which are you?

The scraps are blowing about in the breeze
And it's getting cold out here

I'm from the sky above a ratty trampoline,

And every pharmacy in town.

I'm from having an imaginary friend,

And being one.