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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