I held on to you like a promise.
You were the sand I struggled to keep cupped inside my hands.
I wanted to cross oceans – but I remembered that if I did,
you would slip away.
Slowly floating; I would lose you.
Sinking underwater; my eyes would blur.
Gradually, you would return to the ground and this frightened me
because returning would make me unsure
of who you were.
I tried to keep what I promised
and so I waited before I took the leap.
Day by day, I felt cold mornings turn orange and bright with you.
One by one, we traded each other stars until suddenly,
we were both holding the universe.
I felt as infinite as the skies when I made you the center.
You were my world,
and I was so ready to take your hand –
planting flags with you on newly discovered land.
However, here I was, back on the surface.
I looked up to see your moon but you kept one side hidden.
I did not understand how you stayed up while I ended up drifting downwards.
I thought the universe we shared would be strong enough to keep us above the same sky but unfortunately,
there was no such gravity to catch my fall.
You, the boy I once called “My promise,”
have lost yourself in sands and skies.
I remember your name when I think of an us.
I know you as Mister “I missed.”