Happy Birthday
There she hangs.
Just out of arms reach.
It was a meaningless accident.
We came to the rockies for my birthday.
Thought we'de try rock climbing.
It would be our last activity together before we were married.
Happy birthday.
We had made it to a plateau and she had slipped.
So there she hung by little fingers.
My hand reached out for her.
My hands always were bigger than hers.
My loving fiancee.
Now they were just out of reach.
As she hung from the cliff.
If only I was stronger.
If only I was capable.
If only I was better.
Happy Birthday.
But the thoughts are worthless...
...and she still hangs.
She begins to cry as her hope for life drifts.
She realizes I might not save her.
But still she has faith.
I'm her fiancee after all.
We've given each other everything.
Love.
Beauty.
Time.
Money.
But not our bodies.
Happy Birthday.
We would wait till we were wed.
Not because we're catholic.
Because we aren't ready.
Never get the chance it would seem.
I reach out one more time.
I feel the energy from her fingertips.
She has renewed ambition now.
We give it our all.
I feel her fingers now grazing mine.
If only I could hold her hand.
I mouth the words, "I love you" and count to three.
We give one last reach together.
I have her hand.
She's safe.
She's mine.
She's beautiful.
Her eye are filled with tears of joy now.
Everything will be ok.
Now that I have her hand.
I start to pull her up.
She sighs with relief as she's being lifted.
Then I let go.
I let her drop with an apathetic stare.
She can't believe it.
She did not fall.
I simply let her go.
I could see her heart breaking as she started to drop.
Her eyes exploded into tears.
Her face contorted into something roughly human.
She was falling.
Physically, Mentally, and Emotionally.
She would hit the ground soon.
11...
12...
13...
14...
We were high up it seems.
20...
21...
It's done.
I remember the cake she made me.
I remember my wish from blowing out the candle.
I remember her words as we lay together in bed embracing one another.
"Never leave me ok?"
"I never will." I replied.
And here we are with her leaving me.
She just hung there as I let her go.
Stupid woman.
How could she crush me this way?
I hate her.
For falling.
I hate her.
For failing.
Happy Birthday.
Just out of arms reach.
It was a meaningless accident.
We came to the rockies for my birthday.
Thought we'de try rock climbing.
It would be our last activity together before we were married.
Happy birthday.
We had made it to a plateau and she had slipped.
So there she hung by little fingers.
My hand reached out for her.
My hands always were bigger than hers.
My loving fiancee.
Now they were just out of reach.
As she hung from the cliff.
If only I was stronger.
If only I was capable.
If only I was better.
Happy Birthday.
But the thoughts are worthless...
...and she still hangs.
She begins to cry as her hope for life drifts.
She realizes I might not save her.
But still she has faith.
I'm her fiancee after all.
We've given each other everything.
Love.
Beauty.
Time.
Money.
But not our bodies.
Happy Birthday.
We would wait till we were wed.
Not because we're catholic.
Because we aren't ready.
Never get the chance it would seem.
I reach out one more time.
I feel the energy from her fingertips.
She has renewed ambition now.
We give it our all.
I feel her fingers now grazing mine.
If only I could hold her hand.
I mouth the words, "I love you" and count to three.
We give one last reach together.
I have her hand.
She's safe.
She's mine.
She's beautiful.
Her eye are filled with tears of joy now.
Everything will be ok.
Now that I have her hand.
I start to pull her up.
She sighs with relief as she's being lifted.
Then I let go.
I let her drop with an apathetic stare.
She can't believe it.
She did not fall.
I simply let her go.
I could see her heart breaking as she started to drop.
Her eyes exploded into tears.
Her face contorted into something roughly human.
She was falling.
Physically, Mentally, and Emotionally.
She would hit the ground soon.
11...
12...
13...
14...
We were high up it seems.
20...
21...
It's done.
I remember the cake she made me.
I remember my wish from blowing out the candle.
I remember her words as we lay together in bed embracing one another.
"Never leave me ok?"
"I never will." I replied.
And here we are with her leaving me.
She just hung there as I let her go.
Stupid woman.
How could she crush me this way?
I hate her.
For falling.
I hate her.
For failing.
Happy Birthday.