I watched as memories
played on repeat through your mind.
Like it was the very first time.
Like it was the very last time.
Like it was the only time.
You remember
as water droplets escape
from leaky pipes.
You hold on tight
to the memories,
to the selfish symphonies
played only for you
and your internalized uncertainties.
They hold on tight
to the fears you harbor
as the waves come crashing
to the already beaten shore.
You wonder how high you can go
as high rises rise
past the smoke and the crowds;
your mind
is filled with the
"Darlin', I'm sorry."
Is filled with the
"This time will be different."
Is filled with the
"Take the leap of faith,
and hope to fall."
Because dreams
have nightmares too.
As the high-rises rise,
the symphonies play,
the pipes drip,
the only sounds
like crumbling skyscrapers
waiting to fly.
