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"I will catch you!"

Your loving words floated in the air

as you called at me

from beneath the mango tree.

It was a fun game we played

but we've been out for too long.

The night has fallen

and you said

you had to go home.

I looked straight into your caring eyes

and you fervently stretched out your arms

waiting to catch me.

I grabbed a branch:

Smiled and closed my eyes

as I pushed myself off the tree.

The air opposed me

as if telling me to stop.

I opened my eyes

and series of windows waved at me.

A light posts' arms

waiting for me.

I cried until the tears blinded me

and the air numbed me.