Whenever I'd fall because I couldn't
hold onto myself, I'd hold onto you.
You felt so secure, the harness keeping
me from hitting the bottom. I fear the
ropes are being stretched thin with
the silence growing between us. So if
you feel yourself falling because you can't
hold onto yourself, hold onto me. I get
you can't be strong for the both of us.
Instead we can fall together while the
quiet stitches us a mattress of noise
to land on safely where we can forever be loud.
