I am curious again.
Ready to follow you through
a door that is somehow less frightening
When I arrive
am I supposed to leave you behind?
What if I don't want you to go?
What if I want to stay?
I was startled by the great height
I doubted my heart
now the water turns to wine
I am coming apart
I accepted that I could leave
But where do you go in the end?
Do we catch fire
Or float up through the ceiling