Oxygen is hard to gather,
But the air whispers sweet songs.

The city lights blur,
A mass of colour.

My years of memories,
Remembered in a mere 12 seconds.

Your tears,
Racing against the rain.

The feeling of weightlessness,
The irony.

The world grows larger,
With each inch the I plummet.

We trade glances,
Your eyes filled with care and compassion.

A beautiful smile,
As birght as the stars above.

Your loving hands,
Holding my wax wings.



-Tré