By: Juan Guzman
With each day after the first
You had fallen more in love with me.
Until you had reached the end of it
and began to defy gravity.
January 27th
was when you started floating like a balloon;
and like the child I was
I could not latch onto you.
You soared high up
into the dimming oblivion –
far out of sight,
Leaving into a place of
paradise –
Elysium.
Absolute silence
except for a sudden deafening pop!
A noise that served as a
queue
that you were never again
going to drop.
That’s when I realized
the only reason you had floated away –
was because I let go of the one string
that had forced you to stay.