F can be as that simple Flop of coming of too short on something, ending close on the knees with loss perceptive of how it happen, only knowing it did.
A is how the Aftermath of it, leaves many star struck, hurting in places not all thought were pain and emotions go to.
L as for that at this moment it’s to Laugh or remain still, shaking off that death was close, but was off a few centimeters of catching the one quarry.
L could go for that Lying it didn’t happen, for the sake of face, but the scars linger as a reminder just how much life can slip away, because of one mishap that is out of one’s hands to control.
