There are higher rooftops behind the fire escape
        if you would only take my hand.
The constant fear of losing sight of the stars
is apparent, yet the sun still welcomes your
       cherry lipped, delicate, pale face.
The wind whispers in your ear,
       secrets you haven’t thought about for years.
There are back roads and alley ways
       if you still want to find a home,
but sometimes being alone is enough,
       in your solitary complacency
may the moon shine as bright as your eyes.