Prompt 8: image balloons in the blue sky


floating high and away

never having said good-bye

into the blue

always blue

is it you?

or is it me?

floating away

not saying good-bye

you seem smaller

more distant than before

yet I still see you

until I see no more

feel you nevermore

wind caressing all that was sore

the veil of you

now the soft layering of dust at my naked feet

footprints lingering as I look back

into the distance

into the miles of a memory

that has soaked up its last tear

looking back at footprints

there nevermore.




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