The Day I Became a Cloud

After our goodbye, that’s when it appeared.

Barely noticed at first, floating gray wisps,

Cumulonimbus it became, lightning,

Darkening, should have been alarmed, wasn’t.

Especially since its shape was like yours

Fancied it was you back where you belong.

Gradually it migrated closer

Hovering so near, heartbeat-like thunder.

I didn’t resist when it kept inching,

Just let it envelope me, absorb me,

Kissed by its mist, rattled by its tempest,

Letting it obscure my eyes, fill my mouth,

Matching storms mingling, merging to be one

Never your shape, all this time it was mine.

Only too late did I see the danger,

Pried free from my own bones, I’d been replaced.

Quite strange, to be the cloud and it be me.

Reaching down, fighting against the rising

Skyward bound for being unsuspecting

Tethered below by a single gold thread

Unraveling with me, but still secure,

Veil torn, you’re gone, but not for good, I pull.

Welcomed back to myself as truth triumphs,

Xanthic rays of sun I feel, clouds abate

Yearning for you, yes, always, yet at peace

Zenith reached by standing on solid ground.