Red and white

Red and white triangles fly into the horizon
It slipped through my hands and just kept rising. I was this close to having my best friend. Although it was a kite and the love would eventually come to an end.

But the kite could do things I only hope to experience. It felt free to touch the clouds and never look back that’s something I’ve never experienced. How wonderful would it be to have your body carried. Maybe I’ll end up getting married.

Perhaps the kite was teaching me to stop having fears of the unknown. And what if I find happiness when I’m alone. Or if my body could dance around the stars. Then selfish words like mine will transform into ours.

Grey haired man approaches and for a moment silence took over. Says, “I wonder where it’s going is better”. Lightly touching my shoulder. Suddenly in the mist of the cool breeze I realized. That everyone that said I could never make it, lied.

Little triangles of red and white. You would always be my favorite kite. It wasn’t an accident my fingers couldn’t grip you. Because watching you fly off opened the door to my breakthrough.