Meet me at your end,
where I will be at mine.
Slowly draw me in.
Enfold me inside.
I will not deny,
or weigh you down in flight.
I am a gentle hand
holding on to a knife.
If you let me down,
if you fly too low,
if you start to cry,
I will let you know.
By cutting you.
By voicing my displeasure
in your ear.
You were never good enough.
If you fall
straight out of the sky,
I will tell you why.
You never deserved
to share it with the birds.
Everything you were
was a lie.
I will walk away,
find another ride.
Another flight to end.
Just me,
and my kindness,
and my knife.
HG – 2022
