Hope

Somehow, you stay connected to me

balloon string tight on my pinkie finger

But God

it would be easier without you

No more

highs and lows

I’m just tagging along your currents

I forget

sometimes, when I’m swept up to the heavens

that it just means

the fall

will hurt me harder

Published by meganporterpoetry

Poet. Writer.

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