Long Way Down — My Stomach Jumped

MY STOMACH JUMPED

into my chest

or my chest fell into my stomach.

Or both.

I knew him.

Buck?

I stumbled

backward.

Couldn’t be.

Couldn’t be.

Ain’t that what it say?

he said,

facing me.

Couldn’t be.

Couldn’t be.

But I thought . . .

I stuttered.

I thought . . . I thought . . .

You thought I was dead,

he said,

straight up.

Straight up.