Knowing

I know where to find you
even before you know you're going to hide.

It's one of those things I have a sense for
but I wish that I didn't.

It's so hard after all,
to see your outlines crumble
as you stand at the edge of a cliff,
waiting for the wind to sweep you away,
waiting for the water to grind you into the ocean
you fear so much
even though you've taught yourself how to swim
many years ago