Punctuation of Mine

Finally landing
such a turbulent flight.
I see his eyes
peeking through
whipped cream skies

"It's okay"
he speaks, he states.
His strong thumb
pressing the hot air balloon
down, down, down
to such sandpaper ground.

"It hurts"
I vent, I say, I think.
No pain, just fear;
close my eyes.
The air is thinner;
the air is light.

Written story,
folded up nice.
The envelope's closing,
He is licking it shut.
No period, no question,
not even an exclamation.