You Didn’t Have to Do That

You used to be an inspiring sight as you floated above my head.

I craned my neck to see you soaring, or laid on my back in the tickly grass and dreamed as you changed shape before my eyes.

You filled my mind with whimsical thoughts and flights of fancy as you effortlessly hung high in midair, leaving me breathless.


Why did you have to shatter into so many tiny pieces and drift down here for me to step on?

Why couldn’t you stay where you were so majestic to look at?

And why did you have to be so cold when you got here?


My dreams are torn apart when I realize you’re not what I let myself believe you were.

But I’ll keep believing it anyway…


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