and you are

the overlooked space

in time,

that appears somewhere

between when

the sun has drowned,

the night is running late,

and all i can see is

soft grey and tired blue,

forever untouchable -

even when i'm on tip-toes

and reaching out as far as i can

from a windowsill

on the sixth floor,

waiting to either

fall into your arms

or fall into

the traffic rolling beneath me

(and never quite knowing

which would be the better side

of the deal).