I looked into his eyes and he could see I understand.
He held my hand as my eyes watered.
No words had to be said, We could stand there for eternity.
We sew each other's guts,Twisted and deranged.
He walked towards the exit, my body followed through.
The edge was steep and down was nothing.
Our hands were tight as if by glue, our skin was tied
together.
My thumb alone was still with right, to touch and signal I'm
alive.
He walked along the narrow path, rushing like he had a
goal.
My feet kept going, on demand, my head was swirling,
thinking end.
The step he took I do remember, left neither doubt nor
ember.
The last resort was my own voice, yet silence was the
choice. |