The Ledge

I sit on the window's ledge 
And my eyes meet yours 
And I wonder how
They look just like mine
But when the words come out 
I don't hear myself
Although my lips have moved
It's a child who speaks
Don't push me
She says
If you push me 
I'll fall
All 6,000 feet
To the ground
Where the bricks 
Are waiting 
I promise
They are
And you smile
And so do I
But I don't know how
Because my lips are glued shut
So how do I smile? 
But as I wonder
You grab my wrists 
And you lunge
And my hair flies 
And my back is arched
And you lean 
And whisper, 
"I'm sorry"
But you know I don't hear 
You let go of my wrists
And I fall
All 6,000 feet
And the bricks are waiting
Just like I said
And when there's 
An impact 
There's nothing left
Of me
But my necklace
And a hair tie
So you come to collect them
In a little black box
And you tell me you're sorry
And I hear it, this time
But I don't believe you 
Because I told you 
Not to push me. 
 

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