Paralyzed I stand
and stare, you, once soothing, are suspended towards my afternoon sky.
Coming down to rain on me.
But will you?
It seems you have yet to decide.
Collecting thoughts (or are they things?)
I wonder as I race through the cabin.
What is it that could be more important than my life?
A mostly empty suitcase?
I leave things behind as your lullaby stops,
replacing it is a chilling silence.
Filling with complete admiration and respect,
I will wake before you come crashing down.
But not before I have heard you, felt you, loved you.
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