he tries to reach for me but i am too far ahead. he fails to see things the other way. he is not used to it and so his hands turn cold blue. he stops and blinks. the balloon is giving up getting caught, its too late. a tear drops on the cement and becomes a pool of dust. he just stands there and realises he has lost the only thing he had...once. himself. she floats away. i am she. i will not turn back this time. the sky is too serene for me to make a compromise. it will not get any better than this. breeze blow on me please. i have come too far to not feel you on my skin. i hear you now.