High

I’m scared of heights and he’s high.

 

So for him

I wore the stupid heels.

 

And for him

I drank the bitter coffee.

 

With blisters and sore feet

I went home.

 

High from the caffeine

I spun in circles

And could not fall asleep.

 

Later I realized

There was no need for me to try so hard.

 

He bends.

 

He looks down.

 

And instead of keeping me awake

He prays that I never lose my dreams.

 

Published on: May 6, 2011