Clouds

We always were on different levels. I, with my two feet on the ground. You, floating above the clouds. Above reality. Nothing I do or say, Seems to matter. Nothing reaches you on your perch. Time and time again, I watch you fall. Plummeting. Eyes closed, Heart, wide open. As if your prince will catch you. And while you fall you are happy. Blissfully unaware of the ground rushing up at you. When you realize he's gone, It's too late. I'm always there, Picking up the pieces. I beg you, to stay down here. But you never listen, You cast me aside, And return to your clouds.