The girls on high were too much with themselves.
“Shall we jump?”
They hold hands.
The sunsets between them, as they look onward
Future bound by the past.
“You’re too deep sometimes”
“I CANT HELP IT”
Hair breezes by their eyes,
A long, lengthy, sigh.
Makes you wonder how much air one can hold.
Arms go up
Feet by the edge
Makes you wonder how much wind one can break.
Makes you wonder if it’s all a dream.