Laurel Blossom

I tied it to your wrist With a pretty pink bow, torn off By the first little tug of wind. I’m sorry. I jumped to catch it, but not soon enough. It darted away. It still looked large and almost within reach. Like a heart. Watch, I said. You squinted your little eyes. The balloon looked happy, waving Good-bye. The sky is very high today, I said. Red went black, a polka dot, Then not. We watched it, Even though we couldn’t Spot it anymore at all. Even after that.