Hot air balloons
We used to watch hot air balloons at 5 am in September
you’d stare at them wide eyed,
like it was the most amazing thing ever.
You said you wanted to be one
and we all laughed at what you meant.
— Who knew the feeling inside would lead to ‘high’ and ‘lit up’, then.
With wonder and a smile we sparked some type of light
that didn’t become heavenly, but just another soul to die.
First you floated up, but you couldn’t get back down.
The balloon you had made grew too big and left earth after this town.
Up and up it would go, every time the fire’d blaze
and simply stood stagnant
when you tried to let the gas break.
Do you remember that I screamed, really loud from the ground?
From hills and mountains…
I begged you to come back down.
My needing became a canyon. It didn’t just stop at the surface
wanting created a deep void inside, that I couldn’t stop from growing.
But this place wasn’t for you
— and from the balloon you said “No trust!”
So the Earth caught my endless tears
as I watched you slowly leave us.
