late to the flight

You took my hand unpretentiously.

I responded to your command.

You kept me on the ground,

as I have a soaring heart.

Like a balloon,

I thought I was flexible.

Up and downs woudn't wilt me.

Always ascending, but the string.

I took a great flight, overly spaced.

Everything was at risk.

Disregarded, you set me loose,

never to meet again.