I saw your hands
brush against my fingertips last night
and stared while you carefully knitted your digits into mine
as if I were a birthday balloon
given to you at school
that you showed off with excitement and pride

I saw you stare at me last night
while I floated in the corner of your room
slowly sinking as the hours passed by

talking in a room full of helium
your voice rose octaves
my eyes never left you

I woke up this morning
touching nothing but my own floor.
Popped by reality.