You were in the air, but I picked you up.
You're on the ground.
I lost it.
You're a cloud formed from my breath,
Or a plastic bag in wind.
A ghost from in my dream.
Dreams of us in beautiful scenes;
I reached for your hand
To show you beautiful scenes
But there was nothing there.
I was reaching for air.
Oh! You don't exist.
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