Inevitable Departure


I am a red balloon whose string  
slipped from fingers of a small child,  
floating just inches out of reach.  
The child cries and attempts to get me back  
but soon has been brought a new balloon.  
Yellow and better,  
tied around a wrist now that  
a lesson’s learned.  
No one tries to get me back  
while I gradually move into the clouds.  
I watch the world shrink and continue  
while I become smaller  
and smaller.  
I am a dot in the distance  
that you might miss if you blink.  
Soon I will run out of helium,  
or perhaps get tangled in a tree or wires.  
A sharp edge could be my end,  
but maybe I will make it  
all the way to the sun.

Written by Ally Gross

Instagram: @notgr0ss

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