we climbed high to the top of the city
you said we could touch the sky
i was more hesitant
i was looking down
kept thinking about all i was leaving behind
the person i was
the things i held onto
you were light, free, weightless
and i envied you.
but the feeling passed soon after it arrived
my story is my own
heavy as it may be
it is the one i must love
the one i must climb with
the one that will carry me upward