Falling is always the freest thing
Scary for what it leaves behind:
The solid footing you took for granted
When forming dreams in the sky.
The air is gray and crisp
And my fingers are tingling with the chill
Of October coming into town
My heart is aching with wonder
The distance between us is too much
The person there to care for you
Is driving away to beat the sunset
So we reach out into nothing
Locking eyes in our memories
Pretending not to be afraid
Hoping for a soft landing soon.