empty space

somebody must have put
a balloon in my heart
or else why would I feel
pressure and emptiness
at the same time?
and all this because
you decided (or maybe
it was somebody else)
that you must leave
one day and I
must stay.

but a day will come
when I will fill
my balloon with hot air
or maybe better
with lots of oxygen
and I will fly
above oceans and land
and I might hold
a hand in my hand
or a least the memory
of a hand in my brain.

(this day I may
fill many of the empty
spaces in the world
or at least in our immediate
surrounding universe
with songs and with joy;
I am thinking to ask you today
would you care
for a ride
with a hot air balloon
and perhaps an infusion
with pure oxygen?)