Choices

The air between us is cold and calm and silent. 

Perhaps it's that we are too scared to speak,

Or perhaps it's because we don't want to ruin the moment.

But there is no moment to spoil.

Everything around us is moving,

Everything around us is living .

We aren't even noticeable, 

But you turn your head because you say you feel someone's eyes on you.

I think it's actually because you don't like 

Making choices.

They're too permanent.

But you're no Atlas.

You don't have the sky on your shoulders.

You only have my heart on the line. 

Maybe I shouldn't say only, 

But I know that's how you see it. 

Maybe that's what I get for wearing my heart on my sleeve.