One Flight Down

The hardest thing,
Is

Standing-
When the world has fallen down

When the heart that beats
Is broken
In waiting
On the unknown.

And the nights that drape
Are somber;
And the ache throbs
Deep and slow,

And it looms and tucks
You in at night,
And sleeps beneath
Your pillow.

And moments
Turn to hours,
In the missing of his face;

Knowing moonbeams that dance
On window panes,
Both his and your lips
Trace,

And knowing that sharing
Skies;
Make him seem only breaths
Away...

That is brave...
To pull away.



And even when the
Deep lows
Of dark morning come;
Being certain of self enough
To not succumb...

That is brave.


The hardest thing is standing
When fear
Knocks at your door-

When the love of someone else;
Makes you forget
What you're living for.

And the song they sing,
Every now and then,
Will keep you humming strong,

As you wait on them,
To see your face;
And they never choose to come.

And the
Strongest thing,

Is leaving;

And cutting the rope you've made,
And letting the "masterpiece" shatter-
And destroying the facade.

The strongest thing,

Is loving-
Enough
To unclench your wrist;

And release him,
Til' there's nothing left...


And choosing
To save

Yourself.