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.