This sober sky is a bleak reminder of the mistake I made--
I spread my wings, flew away, and left you on the ground.
Well flying leads to falling through the spaces in between,
I screamed away the pain and now I'm dancing in the clouds.
But somewhere out there you still exist -- outside my mind you still exist.
And somewhere out there you're still breathing-- your lungs still drink the air .
--Christian J. Clark
Written in the wake of my regret as I reflected on my decision to let go of someone I had loved.