ground love

sometimes you
are razor sharp in your
perception
of people's feelings
and emotions.
you can sense
the rise, or drag
of the balloon
of love.
but with her it
was different.
she never floated more
than a foot off
the ground,
she could climb in
or climb out
at will,
as you often did
as well.
it was not a soaring
love,
a love meant
for the stars, no,
it was earth bound.
barely above
the grind of
the world, just
slightly above
the ground.