In air we find both life and flight

Both can destroy when treated lightly

This time we'll find we can't end on the wrong note

A piece of me was silently taken from this argument

It wasn't meant to be like this

Fall endlessly but think of me

The ends not near but I am

What can I do now?

This silence can't last

How did we go this far while pushing away from what they call love now?

Will we speak clearly?

Put our problems to sleep and fill hearts

That are empty of anything like things we could call emotion or forget it all?