This is called Space.
For 1.2 s. we were in space.
Arms wrapped around each other. We embraced, lifted off.
Yes, this was space.
Until gravity pulled you down.
With your right hand you gently pushed away my left.
While your left handed waited and grazed my right.
As if to say ‘I kinda like the view from this space.’
Back on earth your words are soft.
With gravity holding you down
I still float in a red dress
Somewhere above the clouds.