He Watched His Kite,Her, Snap

He watched his kite,her, snap her tail rises in the sky in the deep blue sky i keep imagining of her my eyes don't rest and lie, my mind's eye, of her with a bird in hand, the one she waved off … that i dont imagine i keep watching her tail so majestic and buoyant ... as if she were dancing, dancing with herself, in the deep blue sky, her carriage model perfect of blemishes with the sun shining off her inner beauty, she would flutter ... flutter to the right and left, bounce, bounce up and down as i continue watching, watching ...heartbroken for the last time, Of life passing by, Her, my eyes moisten as she distances herself away from me the burdens of my life Heartaches, heartaches that always kept suppressed in me i say, i wish i could have stopped her flight and see her come alive with me, ... me with one fleeting chance a chance of a snowball of goodness for once but hoping realistically for just that one snowflake of a chance one little snowflake that never dropped ... i keep watching the once beautiful kite so lifelike, vibrant especially her tail and direction up in the blue sky, a small dot now ... sucking the air out of me as it became smaller • i reminiscence of the past of how our love nosedived into an avalanche before it started ... nosediving into sorrow and regrets the residual of a piece of string not tying not tying a loop... i keep looking up into the sky my mind oscillating, correlating i see, clearly her inner beauty capturing me even from a distance and now how ... i'm resigned to watching so sadden life unravel, how can this be or is that the line ... unraveling again, how can this be ... the kite kept distancing itself fluttering itself ... further away ... just like myself ... the wind howling its sharp teeth of injustice, life grabbing me i guess i guess i was bad, unworthy For her for i hear ... voices in my head the once little birds in her hand crying, crying for not finding warmth i hear a snap is that for real? i look, in the deep blue sky turning over, turning shades of red she's gone and the voice of cruelty just laughing just laughing at me for there is an absence, now of that little tail fluttering with goodness, with unattainable borders that i missed and missed connie pachecho 3/3/17