How many “the ones” have I gazed into the eyes of
Seen the path beautifully laid out for us by us up there
Only to have fear of an unopened parachute
Hold her in the plane of unrealized possibilities
I always jumped first
Looked back at her just staring at me
As the distance grows
Her loving face of fear
Tears of inner winds river me
I was forced to pull the string
Land and walk alone
Had we jumped together
In an instant we would’ve evolved wings
