The Balloon

I hold your string.

I hold it tight.

You glisten and sparkle,

In afternoon light.

You're light as a feather,

Yet heavy as lead.

You are orange.

Or wait, are you red?

My legs dangle,

You dance above me.

I watch,

You float freely.

Something catches my eye.

Distracted, I lose my grip.

Fingers loosen,

The string slips.

I jump! Try to catch you.

But you float fast.

Descending,

Into the sky so vast.

I cradle my face in tears,

My heart sinks low.

How sad it was,

The day I let my balloon go.

The sky is unkind.

It's lost in blue and light.

Growing smaller and smaller,

And then its out of sight.