Strings Attached

Things were looking up

like a wafting blue balloon that he accidentally let go of once

and we watched it until we couldn't see it anymore

and it was swallowed by the hunger of the clouds

I started to miss coming out of those restaurants

when we were gifted just for being young

And it being in the past made it taste better

and feel better

and it made me hold my chin up

in search of it all

Even though we knew it was gone

and the length between our shoulders and our fingertips had become immeasurable