Estrangement

When you were six,
You held my hands
And shared your dreams.

You talked of seas
And oceans of stars.

A lot was lost
Since then
Between little we shared
And much we concealed.

I remember last
As I drove past,
You were
Perched on bellowing clouds,
Far, far from your house.
Your friend,
Hinged on precarious ground
Perfecting her own art,
And your father –
Ever so estranged –
Never noticed
You defied more than gravity
With gnawing loss
And growing tumult.