Dissipated
You stand there in front of me
just out of reach.
Silently, I tiptoe on a cushion of air
towards you.
I follow you like a balloon on a string
-flying high-
I see the little girl in you,
bouncing in glee with me.
You keep me grounded,
tethered to your finger,
a reminder not to forget(me)
as you release me.
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