Nicole Johnson

The frown is back as the convulsions begin to rise in my throat.
These worried eyes shall remain remote.
Watching you from afar, whispers become audible as the sun hangs onto the light behind the trees.
The further I pull away to my safe haven behind my heart, the line moves forward before coming to a halt.
The creaking from the cable cars as it edged closer to the top.
“Close your eyes,” it says just before it drops.
My stomach rises to my throat as my hands reach for the sky—
The wind twirls around my fingers as it leaves me within a high.
The fear of being without you has never been so real.
The line gets closer and I can’t look much longer.
The tears I’ve yet to shed are present behind my eyes—
As emotional turmoil seeks to exist down my cheeks they pour their warm, salted droplets.