With Wax Wings

We follow light all too closely
for if only a second
To have your rays fall upon us
melting our wings
we plummet back to
back to
back to
nothing ever changes
the ground just as hard as I remember
I felt my stomach drop just the same
every time
again and again
thousands of miles
or in the same room
you know who you aren't
and you keep holding my heart.
With none but the sound of your voice
or those tiny socks.
That hold tiny feet,
supported by an all but tiny heart.
BREATHE.