She still breathes my name while I skirt around hers, tap-dancing on the borders. Would it be crossing the line or taking a worthy risk? Sometimes it’s hard to say. I can spend the rest of my life wishing I did the other either way. Is it worth it? She hangs above my head, playing crisp melodies on her piano above, singing words of confidence and intelligence, perhaps that’s just opinion, and I can hear my name dripping from them. Perhaps I am mistaken, I must not be hearing right. The muttering around me overpowers her light voice now. The rope suspending her, I wonder how much longer it will hold.