We Were Weightless

There were Sundays.
Green and blue.
We were finite, me and you.
Right beside you without leave when it’s hard to breath.
Our hands were fearful.
But you couldn’t see.
You couldn’t ever be sure of me.
This isn’t a goodbye, dear Sune.
Now safely inside this train for two.
Now we’ll adventure me and you.
There will be no gravity.
The sun will always see and I’ll be near you.
You’ll be steady.
You’ll be sure of me.
Never a goodbye, dear Sune.