Just like Icarus,
We were soaring.
Together.

Higher than we
Ever had imagined.
Bliss.

The flight was turbulent,
But there was no stop in sight.
Invincible.

Until I saw you reach
Into your cloaked pocket.
Eager.

I began to
Free-fall.
Confused.

I looked up in fright.
My clipped wings were in your grasp.
Alone.

Your artificial purity was demeaning
And broke more than my form.
Damaged.

I hit the ground
And you kept flying.
Dead.

My last seconds
Were beyond your worth.
Reborn.

I awoke to the comfort
Of your lying lullaby.
Frustrated.

So I looked above you
And an akin falling star clutched my gaze.
Hopeful.

I caught her.
We began to rebuild our wings.
Together.