Crash.

When it all comes together, it's all beautiful. Like a bird's feather, defying the force. Floating down as we float up into the sky. I don't think you know how you've touched me. How you're going to touch me. We haven't even touched yet, not yet. Gravity is pulling us together. We're both pulling away, to pull away. I push outward to stop myself but I find myself close to your skin. You've turned away, but I see you staring when I enter the atmosphere. It's something we can't fight. It's something we won't fight anymore, someday. Someday we will crash, crash from this high. Crash from this high.