If I Could Ask...

Just One Question

I skate on the brink and glide to a stop:
Full stop.
When I close my eyes and spread my arms,
I dream they are wings that take me to you and I become
Your dream.

Then I see you walking away
But I cannot cross the line, for the ice has melted.
The nightmare has started.
Next thing I know, I am drowning.
Why don’t you use your wings?