Where are you now

It seems childish now to

Have climbed so high so fast and free

The ribbon floated in the air before me, and I

Grabbed the balloon to shoot up, rising ever faster

Lungs filled and bursting expanding accordion pulls and

Feet lifted off the ground riding imaginary bike peddles such

Hooligan youth aching for more was it greedy to think that all this

 

Would be worth it?

Now I sit quietly at the back

And you’re not there to stare at

I wish I was numb but it’s only my fingers

Just getting cold watching others smoke cigarettes

And we all sit here behind foaming pints awkwardly shifting

Blackbirds and sparrows minding telegraph wires till the winds change

 

Where are you now?

My hand reaches out along empty bench

More empty bench and then there’s nothing, this

Ache has set in my chest and if I linger there it’s worse

So I skip back only now and then to remember when we rose

Higher together, above the clouds, we sit so awkwardly under because

I can’t look at you without missing the feeling of weightlessness and warmth

 

This wind is cold

I want to turn around and go back

But I can’t.