Ledge

My delusions walk right past my fantasies.

They don’t say hello,

don’t nod,

no eye contact.

It’s as if they’ve forgotten they are related.

Siblings or cousins?

Certainly not more distant than that.

Sharing blood,

shedding tears,

sweating bullets,

fighting fears,

holding hopes,

tugging ropes,

standing across from each other on tops of mountains,

teetering on ledges,

Screaming out echoing cries,

Yet reaching for the skies.