Hang On Tight

She sat at the window sill, poised and ready.
Waiting for him,
Poured her hope into the night, and it fell ten stories
Too tattered and beaten to fly
Too weak and fragile to try
So she slammed the window before the impact
Colliding with the floor the same time hope collided with the cement
And cried herself to sleep on the wooden panels that caught her when she landed