My heart skipped a beat
as I stepped on the narrow beam
to climb up on a roof.
Not because I was scared of falling or getting caught
but because you grabbed my hand to help me up.
It was the first time I felt your touch
in years.
It was the closest I had felt to you
since I was 15
and climbing on those very same roofs the night before you left.
But tonight it was different.
Now I was 18,
I was drunk,
and the air wasn't warm and comforting like it was on that August night .
No, tonight it was cold and my body shook when the wind blew
across the roof and made me question why I was even up here with you in the first place.
But something about it felt so natural
and even thought I hadn't talked to you in so long
our conversations took flight
like they had never landed.
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 2:34 PM UTC
My heart skipped a beat
as I stepped on the narrow beam
to climb up on a roof.
Not because I was scared of falling or getting caught
but because you grabbed my hand to help me up.
It was the first time I felt your touch
in years.
It was the closest I had felt to you
since I was 15
and climbing on those very same roofs the night before you left.
But tonight it was different.
Now I was 18,
I was drunk,
and the air wasn't warm and comforting like it was on that August night .
No, tonight it was cold and my body shook when the wind blew
across the roof and made me question why I was even up here with you in the first place.
But something about it felt so natural
and even thought I hadn't talked to you in so long
our conversations took flight
like they had never landed.
