Sometimes,
when you talk a lot
and you think a lot
you start to float.
You float so far away,
That I can't quite reach you.
"Come back!"
I call
"Come back down here!"
I want to be your anchor.
I want to keep your feet firmly placed
Upon the ground.
But I don't want to cage you,
I don't want to lock you up.
I want you to be free,
But most of all, I worry you see.
Next time you float away,
I want you to take something with you.
I want you to take me.

N.H.