Poem: Catapult

I remember meeting
some new people.
people I never knew
were in this world
and were different from me
yet exactly the same.

And we went together
to a large building and
it was in Chicago
for the ten millionth time.
we rode in the elevators
one last time before we
parted forever.

But this time
it was the last time
I would see them again.
and even though
I didn't know them
it was bittersweet
all the same.

The elevators took me
and her
all the way to the top
and catapulted her,
waiting for her
to grab unto the black handlebars.
the ones that prevented her
from falling to her death.

And I couldn't do it.
Not on my own.