Falling

I was at the mall,
Leaning on the railings,
Right over the atrium.

And then I saw that used brochure
falling,
Its Binding wrinkled with creases
And subtle lines,
Leaves outspread like dove's wings.

And no one wanted you.

I thought I heard some strange,
Echoing shout,
Then some silent gasp from acrophobia.
Fear of falling,

falling,

falling,

Down the mall.
Two floors down,
And I heard no more.