Parachute

There are parts of me

That I gave to you

Without even the courtesy

Of holding your hand

But, in good faith

I built for you

The softest place to land

And there I stood looking up at you

Upon the ledge

Waiting on every

Shallow word

You ever tossed my way

And still I stayed

Hoping that you’d jump

And I could be the one

To catch you

But it wasn’t long before

It was painfully clear

The winds had changed

And the wait

Was one in vain

So, I let you go

Into the breeze again

Your parachute made of

The love I never got to give

The words I’ll never

Get to say

And yet I still pray

One day you find

A loving place to land

LL~

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