I love her 100 helium balloons filling a small room,
filling my chest,
lifting my heart until it beats in my throat.
Can you see it?
Balloons, their silly ribbons wrapped around my sore and heavy heart,
lifting, lifting until my throat is full
and I am quiet.
I love her that way,
quiet
and in every color.
It comes down to balloons, I guess.
CJ
3 comments:
You're really back! I have missed you and your gorgeous poetry so much. This is beautiful, and now I really must go celebrate, sans balloons but with a full and fully delighted heart.
xoxo,
S
Heart,
I missed you too. I think about you all the time.
I haven't had much to say.
But I want to say some things now, I think.
We'll see if the words make it past my balloon heart.
CJ
So glad you are back and also very happy that I found my way back here. Your words ALWAYS touch me.
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