I look out,
At the freedom of the air.
Only yards below me,
The ground which binds me here.
The wind is pushing hard,
Pushing me towards the edge,
Imploring me to let go and discover,
What is waiting beyond the cage of this ledge.
The cold fills me with more rush
Than your arms could ever do, for my sake.
And even though I'm shivering,
It's nothing compared to the shaking
from lying in your wake.
And as the tears poor down my cheeks
And the wind beats them in,
And stains my face with the scars of us,
I know how you inflicted this on me,
But until I understand why, It won't ever be enough.
