It's well enough to watch you fly,

swoop a script across
my vision, your signature in
secret ink brought forth with
deep blue kisses fetched
from stratosphere.

Can you see it? Black dots dancing
on cyan paper. They go high today,
so high.

You're too a phantom particle,
evading eyes up there.

But I'm not. Here,
feel my hand in yours,
always right beside you.

Not really,
your feet never reach all the way down,
and your lungs breathe lighter air
wherever you are, somewhere up there.

But I don't mind,
tethered to gravity,
I rest on rock, release you to soar.
I have no need for another high,

it's well enough to watch you fly.

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