Imaginarium

I hold his hands 

And we spin and spin

The wheatgrass tickles my calves

And his laughter rings in my ears

We twirl and giggle

Until the ground comes rushing at us

Dizzy and gasping for breath

The cerulean sky and marshmallow clouds

Slowly right themselves

While I reach over to hold his hand

And pretend I'm not 

In this field

Alone