Who's Falling?

I’m falling, dear.
Why don’t you catch me?
No ropes beneath me;
Nothing to support or break my fall.
But there you are on the ground
To the side of my falling
Presence.
Not moving to me…
…Or away for that matter
I’m scared, dear.
I wish I could see what you’d do.
I want you to catch me,
And tell me that everything’s alright.
Everything is alright…isn’t it?
What’s wrong, dear?
Not going to catch me?
Hold on, dear
I’ll catch you