“She Has This Air About Her”
October 10, 2018
love is a hand-hold,
the loose innocence gripping balloon strings.
lighter than air,
“who on Earth could lose their hold over it?”
we say.
until it happens.
until it slips your grip and flies,
for it never wants its tether.
it prefers to join the skies
on its buoyant line forever.
love is evasive.
i watched it join the fleet
of fleeing balloons that dot and soar the skies
imitating shooting stars
as my mother questions,
“how’d that happen?”
momentarily, i believed
i had flooded my brain with the question
and it was leaking into the air.
yeah, I’m an airhead.
i half-crafted an excuse and said
“the wind caught it.”
and she bought it.
and so did i.
“my love left with the breeze.”
god, i loved the way it rolled off the tongue,
rather than getting stuck in my throat
the way the truth does.
when my comet blinked out of sight,
into and past
the open and vast
blue,
all left was a ghost trail,
beginning with remnants
of where its tail rested
so naturally in my fingers
and never ending.
neverending.
neverending,
so the better part of me wants to believe
it is still floating
in the same direction,
the same way
i chose a path
and followed the wind,
searching for a balloon
i misplaced some time ago.
but i am tethered.
so instead, i followed it with my pupils.
i’ve gotten an eye for noticing the lines
that split the skies into two endless voids
and give them a common boundary.
so close, yet so closed
by the traced path of a love
that flies still today,
missing,
cutting lines through other trails
dicing up the sky above us.
because when love leaves,
it leaves in the one direction
we cannot follow it-
up.
so when we keep our heads down,
we are heading backwards.
look
the balloons are soaring through the skies.
let it remind you
to hold on.
Submission by Jaiden Aquino