You were in my grasp.
Until the wind carried you off.
I reached out for you.
Yet you slipped from my hand.
I leapt into the sky.
To nab you.
For I couldn't lose you.
But I missed again.
And the wind carried you away.
I followed on foot.
Almost plowing into strangers.
But the further I chased.
The higher you soared above me.
As I grew weary.
A bench emerged.
And I scaled it.
I jumped in the air.
Reaching greater heights.
Than ever before.
My fingertips graised yours.
As gravity pulled me down.
I fell into a heap of limbs.
Upon the grassy knoll.
My tears spilled.
For I had graised the cusp of you.
I opened my eyes.
And saw you dangling close by.
As if goading me.
To chase you to.
