I stand here, poised on the edge of us
Wondering whether or not to dive forward, or tumble back
It’s foggy here, I can’t see where you stand
It feels like you’re beside me,
But I am afraid to reach out
What happens if you’re not there?
If I lean back, I will fall,
Eventually I’ll get back up
Maybe a little battered, and definitely bruised
If I lean forward, dive into us,
I cannot see the bottom and am unsure of what waits
If I dive,
I am unsure when or if I will land
What frightens me though, is that I really don’t know if you’ll still be next to me when I do
