We never wanted
to let you go,
but we knew it was
inevitable.
We tightened our grip
around your smooth, white ribbon;
a futile attempt to
keep you with us
just a few moments longer,
even though you
silently begged us
to let you go.
You were there
to brighten up all our milestones--
every birthday,
every graduation,
every wedding.
These thoughts
consumed our minds
as we slowly relented;
painfully and agonizingly
loosened our grip on
your long ribbon.
You left us
so gracefully, so gently--
our eyes never left you
as you defied gravity
while we remained
tethered to the ground.
The sun reflected
off your shiny blue roundness,
creating a small, quick
flash of light--
a wink or a smile,
your final goodbye,
a promise of reunion.
We'll think of you,
a lot at first,
and then from time to time;
wondering where you ended up
or if you found company
in the sky,
above the clouds.
But we'll know that
letting you go was
the right thing to do--
you're now liberated,
completely and utterly
free.
For my grandfather. RIP Pop, love and miss you so much already.