How heavy is the soul?
I remember mine, weightless-
No purpose.
No sunshine.
No light.
Until mine bumped on yours above the clouds.
And now we're falling-
Filling up..
Purpose..
Sunshine..
Light..
And we touched the ground with hands intertwined.
"Don't let go-"
I said.
"I loved the skies, but not until I held the world-
until I held your hand."
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