letting go


indoors we lived together strangely
I was on the floor
you bumped your head on the ceiling
the soft sounds of your search
moving from room to room
I grew tired of waiting for you
to sink down to me

now outside, I try and try
to let you go
but someone has thoughtfully
knotted you to my wrist
oh balloon
release me
I am anchored so fast
to your tug for the sky

Samantha Magrath

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