You couldn’t stay:
It’s not in the nature of airy things.
You felt too light on my hip
Like downy dandelion seeds
That blow away in a puff of breath.
Like dry leaves scattering
On a breeze from nowhere.
I cannot see who blows the breath.
I cannot see whence comes the wind.
I can only feel
The soft weight of your lightening body
As it comes to a rest on my foot.
