Don't Drink Bees

Feelings
Flying away from me like kites
In a hurricane
Making landfall
Yanking at my heart -
The spindle
Strings near breaking

I have to hold on tightly
And brace myself
This tattered piece of fabric
No longer belongs to me
It was given as a gift
To another
I shouldn't be here

The storm is
Coming

My kite won't land
It seeks out a special current
And soars
Where I cannot see it
Nor retrieve it

And I hang on
A marionette
Dancing a haphazard ballet
In the blowing sand
Choreographed by my partner -
The wind

You