It's I

Just you and me
in this space

10 feet a way
yet no words to exchange
and yet why do I feel

that this supple
barrier, is ready to burst
like the shiny bubbles
I used to blow away
then run threw dew filled grass
to save the lowest floating rainbow sphere.
Preciously, I would reach out to hold it dear,
and as the ratio of almost
grew small,
more cautious did I grow.
With so little between the holy orb
and tiny, supple fingers
no one dared to breathe.
Cavernous curves of
fingerprints met fragile architecture
Dome to Dome
for a millisecond was
Home to Home.

Plink.

Its possible
you could disappear too.
Maybe like a time traveler or a ghost
or like Mr. Bubbles after bath times over.