A mere feather
When the cold hard sun beats down upon my face
I see you in the corner of my eye
But just your outline, blurry in the glare
When I used to hold you in my everlasting grasp
I felt a mere feather
Blowing in the wind, faltering under my heavy touch
Would move, would wrestle free
Never truly with me
An icy wind blows now
It sends the dust into my eyes
Clouding that torturous glimpse of you
They all agree that you are gone
Now it is time for me to let go
And let you float
Float further and further away
Until this day ends
And this sun is overcome by the black of night
Think Kingsley 