I wouldn't call it flying or falling
It was a natural high
You matched my steps
I watched you stall
You trip, I fall
We called it "we"
Sparks to fire, stone to gold
Lightning to storms
We took off our masks
I spoke your name
You did the same
If poems are written
And songs are sung
How do they end?
I pause, you stop
How did we start?
Where have we gone?
I was your heart
You were my home.
