Balloons
She sank to the depths of deepest despair,
Wallowed in blackness, the darkest of days.
When the sight of balloons loosed up into the air
She thought soon to be lost in thick clouds of grey,
Opened her eyes to a light in the world
That shone through clouds that whispered and curled.
When in that long forgotten place,
The sun lit up her perfect face,
The kindling of a memory hung in limbo:
Oh, when they were young,
They danced and laughed and sang in rhyme,
Never thinking of the time
In years to come when in death they parted,
Leaving her crushed and broken hearted
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