OneDownOneUp

I guess I’m smarting 
having yet once again 
been snapped by the 
end of a wet
towel feeling its sting
It lingers you know 
despite the rough housing 
playfulness bringing it about 
the towel being words
and not terry cloth
but it’s the same 
words always the same 
words heard that crack
and bite bringing shock
and reaction to cover 
myself with huh’s and 
uhm’s and I see
knowing full well that 
my hope just fell 
faster than a rider
from a spooked horse 
But I know that 
in order to find 
I must fall even 
if the falling isn’t 
together with someone else 
this time but alone