I do not think there is enough weight
in the wide world to hold me down.
It’s as if you’ve taken a billion balloons
and secretly tied them to the back of my belt.

I am floating away and it’s just like you
to do this sort of thing.

It used to hurt me – thinking of you.
I turned over every stony-filled memory
and hurled them into the sky.

It rained rocks on my head when you died.

But now, I am up here
and perhaps it’s the thinner air,
But I see now, how sadness is tangled to the ground.

Your kisses fall slower than sorrows
and without even noticing,
I was remembering,
and smiling.