Frost forms on the window as I fly away from you, looking through the crystals to clouds, imagining falling through frigid air outside, my faith in a folded parachute to end my flight. You told me once you’d do it, you’d jump into the sky, but never for the thrill of risk, only to rescue, to save a life. I wonder if you see me falling into your eyes, and in your heart, am I worth a dive for love, or even friendship’s sake? Maybe that jump's just a risk you won't take.