Paper

The paper cranes I learned how to make for you
Have ever since been an anchor that stops me from drowning
When my head starts spinning and my thoughts keep unravelling
I fold paper over and over again until it is a crane

And now I am surrounded by them, these little origami birds
But I'm told not to waste paper making these silly crafts
But it's only because they don't know, so they mean no harm
When they take away the only thing that keeps me afloat

And so like you slipped out of our touch all those months ago
I sit here, unable to speak or move
Stuck in this downward spiral
Without you here to save me