she tossed me out the plane
it wasn't on purpose, no malice
but with no parachute, nothing
except the journey from here to
the flattening ground is all which
i have left, no more dinner dates
no more exciting adventures
no more places to visit and see
with the love of my life
and i stare up, up, up
right at where the plane becomes a blur
between the clouds, a whiteness
hiding amongst more shrouds of white
the blue wraps around it like a blanket
and it's so cold, the wind is rippling at
my suit, it's so useless, i think,
because now i won't get to use it
to its fullest ability
this was all an accident, and now i'm going to die
thank you world
then -- oh bless, honey! you're here, use the chute
nownownow, please i beg you, no more falling,
i hate falling, you know this already
you -- you hated it too, i --
please just -- i thought you would have left me
no, i keep forgetting, no, you won't stop caring about
me, even if i was a splatter on the ground
even when i rest in your strong arms