I watched you intently
as you drew out your plans
and then fashioned your own wings
to fly away
on the shoulders of kings.

You left your shoes and
your smile behind,
knowing well that you
wouldn't need them where you were headed.

So you took off and I screamed
for you never to return
but even angels will touch the ground
to pay their dues.

(I'll be waiting with your smile
and your shoes.)