Pavement

The night was cold on the balcony Of my old apartment complex, 5 stories in the air, Gave me a great view of the trees. The only light was the streetlamp And the stars And the moon. And I wondered How the air would feel Whipping through my hair. And I wondered If the pavement Would be a good pillow. And I wondered if, After my body Touched the ground, I would still feel alive. I didn't take a leap tonight, I didn't think of it two nights prior, I don't think I'll ever jump. So, I'll keep to myself, These thoughts I have, About the thrill of soaring.