She was getting by
and he was giving up
Her glass was to her, half-empty
he’d already spilled the cup
She did something she’d never done
reaching out to a drowning man
She didn’t know that he was underwater
but she still grabbed a hold of his hand
What’d she see in an invisible man
tangible enough to make her care?
to take a chance, to roll the dice
hold her breath, and act on a dare?
It was hard for them keeping promises
to those not holding up the end of the deal
never easy to fake your way through
when the ones not trying are thinking it real
knowing is only the first step
to see deep down you deserve better
you have to have unbridled courage
to open up that promising letter
How’d he know of the choices he had
that this scary one was indeed right?
it would make the impulse move to his hands
to make a left turn on a red light.