I hide under the covers,
trying to control my breath,
I know you hear me,
but you allow me this moments
panic,
this moment it's thoughts,
you allow me this moment,
and I can't help but remember,
that,
you give me the choice,
you allow me the decision,
you give me your beating heart,
and say do what you will,
and I do what I will,
because I can't decide what to do when I am standing over the edge of a canyon,
and all I want to do is fly,
you allow me this moment,
to see everything we are,
and everything we are not,
and underneath these covers,
it is warm,
but I feel the cold air find me as,
the tenor of the room changes,
and I'm so afraid I won't be,
enough,
that the experiences that litter your past,
will call you their lover again,
I'm so afraid of losing you,
I'm pushing you out the door,
And I meet your eyes one last time,
and their is ocean in turmoil
and I am the one who churned the waters,
but I know someone's calling your name in the distance,
even though they might never call mine.