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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