There will come a time

when balloons occupy

the sky. Each balloon is

filled with air from

the lungs of people

who took one last breath.

With feet planted firmly

in the ground, loved ones

let go of pain and sorrow.

They watch as a part

of the past floats toward

tomorrow. The cool breeze

guides each balloon to

a place lost in time. Tearful eyes

look up to see beloved

balloons drift further

away. It’s hard to say

goodbye without hearing

it back. A day will come

when you release balloons

into the sky, but until then,

don’t think of goodbyes.

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