Sick of landing
So we decide to fall forever, safe in the knowledge that nothing could stop us.
I like 2am at my front door, I like it when I hear footsteps near the gate, turning round to say goodbye one last time. Even when it's raining we do this small dance, I peek my head out to wave goodbye, not knowing if its the wave that will send him off or whether I'll get to hear those footsteps approaching again. I don't lock the door until he's safe at the other side. Last week I stood at the other side of the gate, the heat made walking on concrete bareable and the goodnight last longer.
I like 2am at my front door, I like it when I hear footsteps near the gate, turning round to say goodbye one last time. Even when it's raining we do this small dance, I peek my head out to wave goodbye, not knowing if its the wave that will send him off or whether I'll get to hear those footsteps approaching again. I don't lock the door until he's safe at the other side. Last week I stood at the other side of the gate, the heat made walking on concrete bareable and the goodnight last longer.