I shall
Gather your
Things in
A box
Placing them
On the
Highest shelf
Far out
Of reach
I promise
To untie
The string
Allowing you
To float
Free and
To be
The balloon
You were
Always meant
To be
And I
Will slip
You into
A bottle
And send
You out
To sea
Allowing someone
New somewhere
Else to
Stumble upon
You just
As did
I many
Years ago
