Do
what you accuse me of.
Don’t make me innocent.
Can’t come back from the edge,
we’re already falling.
Maybe just try to enjoy the view
before we go in.
I hope we’re survivors.
Gone through
something like this
before,
but rising.
Turns out you can
kiss the Sun,
embrace the stars,
and live;
if you can call
that aftermath
“living”.
One more descent
steep as this
has me questioning
your life choices.
I’ve already made
my own,
but I know I can change
direction and impact.
And then I see you
go in
a moment ahead of me.
Locking your eyes with mine,
I can see that you’re smiling.
You weren’t really trying
to drag me down;
you just didn’t want
to hit the ground
alone.
Welcome home.
Here I am,
going in right beside you,
and I’m hoping
that we could be
survivors.
HG – 2021
