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