Brick | Tea Time Poetry

I was a helium balloon, floating in place
Tied to a ruby red brick

Now I have the world to roam,
Yet I yearn for the weight at my feet.

I long for the strokes across my cheek
That made my heart both heavy & light.

I pine for the kisses on my neck
That made my skin both light & cold.

Now I have the world to roam,
Yet I yearn for the weight at my feet.

– Samiha Kabir

I wrote this poem for my favorite tea companion when there were far too many oceans between us.