Stuck out here catching rain drops on cold skin, salty to the taste, while attempting to grasp last chances, as you turn everything into birds and fly away.
Take me with you.
That smile, tugging my leash, my heart strings too. Driving to the water, watching waves. "You're standing on my sternum don't you climb down darling."
Let me in.
You're too shy to tell if I'm right, or wrong, or why.