Once, there was a balcony your body clutched like a tree limb But there wasn't enough inertia in your heels There wasn't enough sorrow in your heart There wasn't enough of a gust to send you over.
Once, there was the earth my body burrowed into like an urchin But there wasn't enough soil to cover me There wasn't enough gravity to immerse me There wasn't enough wanderlust to keep me digging.
More than once, we had sighed in the glow of a lonely moon We had misconstrued misfortune for opportunity And we had became immune to the idea of repose
More than once, we tasted salt; in tears, in seabeds, in seared skin of the heart We felt faulted, in both spirit and in brooding sincerity We thought the worries we were haunted by were causeless
We've bared scars on our palms from digging From gripping on to any bit of the world to stop it from spinning But when our fingers interlace, and our wounds overlap, you will find a map of home.
Once, we were on a balcony with a bottle of bourbon. A gust of faith was enough to push you off the edge A surrender was enough to unearth me. And together we drown into the pool of how beautiful it is to get lost in vulnerability.
For you, my love. Thank you for giving in to me. Thank you for letting me save you, and in return, saving me.