As you fall asleep next to me
The only sound is that of your breath
As it becomes heavier
I am captivated by the gentle silhouette of your face
In the dark, your hand is still in mine, as you dream
The realization is sudden and clear
My cowardly heart has gained strength
From your touch, your warmth
And I am ready to fall, to fall
Up or down, or wherever it is one goes
When she decides to let herself
Jump without a parachute, without that promise
It is far too late to hope you will catch me
But maybe,
Maybe you will.
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