Losing Lucy

Just as we were meeting, she 
Slid quick away—too far— 
And I, surprised at sudden loss, 
Ran leaping after her. 

My eye still fixed on her bright face, 
I felt by want of breath 
How high I’d lifted from the ground, 
Abyss of air beneath. 

I reached—but she had turned—cruel heart! 
To a remoter view. 
The deep fall back is decades long 
And dizzy down I go.