Between heaven and earth,
In the playground by the public pool closed for winter,
Smoking the last cigarette in the pack.
The stars above make you feel small and unseen.
The stars above move you to consider going through with it.
Silent, late Sunday night, before you have to go back to work.
The row of apartments is still and dark.
Even the insects have stayed their hands.
Will you stay yours?
Cold snap, and you shiver in your navy blue hoodie, with the picture of the ice skater you love so much.
Cigarette almost gone, the stars as distant as ever, and you can only feel emptiness at all this wonder.
Will you stay?