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.