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.