where's the point in begging?
when you let me down don't bother sending a parachute to win me over. i've felt closer to comfort atop rooftop edges in the dark.
not a single one of us spoke
on the way back to the car. we walked from silence into submission and fell to witness the explosions of brilliant clarity born in the sky above us....
now bruised with the reverberations of our sweet talk and empty promises.