Jumpers

Holding back her
Hair-

Cupping his face-

The dotted line to the light bulbs,

We are all jumpers

"So show me something to enjoy."

Peering over
Different ledges,
Viewing the same perspective.

Never a fall to be had,

Safe in that we know:

Everyone will lose a mother/Go for broke and come up with nothing/Break a heart just to know they have one

So tell him that you love him/you lost her/you're drinking again

Rather have climber's hands, sliced or scarred,
Than weather a fall too far to slow down from

And the wind may blow
Where we stand
Where we peer
Where we sway

And yes,
It should be known,

That there is danger in that distance.

What we share
at such heights,
in common for a change,
To brave and enjoy

Is the view.