My thoughts of you are orange balloons.
Orange is warm.
Orange stands out like you do from across the room.
Orange makes me happy.
My thoughts of you float away into the cloudless blue sky.
My love for you is a white balloon.
Not red, my love is quiet and unassuming.
I did not ask for this love, but it’s mine nonetheless.
My love for you floats away.
A white balloon drifting toward an orange dot.
I wistfully watch, knowing this is how it is to be.
Knowing that eventually, you will disappear completely.
I hold in my hand two spent balloons, their strands intertwined.
I hide them in my pocket, nervously playing with what I have left of you.
I smile a wistful smile.
Because I have memories right here in my pocket.
Even after you float away.
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