Sequel- A Poem

I think, now

At some distant point near Long Last

You’ve now gone

As far as I can let you go.

I think you’ll always be

A kite in my night sky

Something gone but lingering

In a space now far beyond

The space I’d once left just for you

On a towering hill sat next to me

Where I never had to feel the line go slack

And see white nothing falling down

A child’s string now lost in towering grass

A severed line leading to

A child’s empty cup.

And I’ll always know you’re out there

In empty skies that aren't my life

Something to flutter now so far beyond

The still grass that solemnly sings

Only one half of a promising song

And unspoken vows lost like a kite on the wind.