On the ledge

I do want to take a sip

To be under great physic 

The attraction makes me sick

I have plundered my regrets 

Far from heaven,  I defect

Yet I want more, never the less 

As I ran, quick,  to her stead

Breathing faster than a jet

She was missing,  not there 

The relief that came in next

Was enough to shoo my flare

How easy I slip,  I fear.