I grab my sister’s hand

And pull her towards the cliff edge with me.

She nods slowly in my direction.

Then we jump.

In the moment

I wait for my mass to catch the wind

Praying with the deepest part of my soul

That it took my sister in as well.

It always did,

Yet still every time I jump

And she is at my side,

The slightest pivot down in her flight

Makes my heart do something more than just jump.