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