Heights

Not until steping closer. I realized that I was in the palm of your hand. I left my parachute without regret, Moving one step closer staring down. I deeply wanted to understand how free love was. Standing here, Realizing how high up everything really is. Your palm sustaining my weight. I wasn't at all anixous. Now thinking that the wind could have shifted me forward before time. Constantly aware that at any moment. I will close my eyes and lean forward. Pass the ridges of pants and tile floor. Leaving behind everything I knew best. My comfort zone. This was me falling in love. This was me overcoming my fear of heights Forever in debt to the strength of your hand