Tightropes

We put this tight rope up together.

Over cars, over streets, over people,

We climbed out to the middle.

Looking out across the world,

We made the promise

To hang on together,

To be there for each other.

You were the one to let go.

I'm still hanging there,

With a great view of what could've been.

I guess you didn't care as much as I did.

Now I'm alone, and let me tell you:

The wind doesn't whisper kind sentiments.