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.