The Clouds are Experts in Leaving

I used to worry that you’d chip your

tooth on the heavy weight of my heart,

but we ended up flying up attached to balloons,

sailing through the air like a trapeze act.

 

I made a magician out of you.

An escape artist, unchaining yourself

from the deep sea anchor holding you down.

With superhuman strength you brought

my heart back up with you and filled

it with helium so it could fly with the birds.

 

The clouds host a bed and breakfast for us

until they shower the world with melancholic goodbyes.

The End

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