Yesterday I was smoking in my backyard when I saw
A heart shaped balloon ascend and drift off
Out of sight, but not mind
I wondered if you were behind it
Since you also partake in the symbolic
I wished I could retrieve it but knew it was impossible
Still, desires are not bound by the logical
Were you the one who let it go?
I’m not making this up even though you think everything I do is just for show
I wonder where that balloon is now
On the ground or amongst the clouds?
All that I know…
is it belongs at the hand of the one who let it go