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The Balloon

You were my balloon.
I thought I had
a good grasp on you,
but I didn't.
Somehow you slipped
through my fingers.
You got away.

Farther and farther
away you drifted.
And just when I'd
lost all hope,
just when I thought
you were gone forever,
you turned back.

Endlessly, 
you taunted me,
nearing the solid ground
and then snatching yourself back
to the currents of the wind.

And, 
one time,
you came so close
that I thought 
I almost had you back.
But,
just before my fingers
closed tight...

The wind
whisked you away
forever.


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