Promise.

The soundtrack to
last summer
is staring us down.
The rhythm is
pulsating, pulling
me into the sun.

It's been a month
since you were seen,
I wish for how
things could have been,
but wishing never
does us any good.

All of these things that hold us down.
All of these same things lift us each above the ground.

The safety nets are pulled, but
can we balance on our own?
Our shadows, twisted, tangled;
Can we make it on our own?

Remember all the things we said?
All the promises;
The fear we bled.
Remember we can never let us down.

All of these things that hold us down.
All of these same things lift us each above the ground.

The safety nets are pulled,
hope we can balance on our own.
Our shadows, twisted, tangled;
Can we make it on our own?