Goodbye

I got a helium balloon, a souvenir of some store's
Anniversary, as I recall. I brought it home,
And tied it to the back of my big wicker chair.
I loved its color: brilliant red. I loved the way
It floated in the air, how it loomed over me,
But, as time passed, it ceased to float. It sagged
Down to the floor behind me, growing dull
And dusty. I suppose I should have thrown it
Out, but I did not. I kept it tethered to my
Chair, but one day, recently, the air was cool.
I opened up the doors which lead onto the
Patio. A breeze blew in, and broke the string
Which held that wretched thing in place.
I saw it drift between the doors, and down
The street. I watched until I could not see it
Anymore. It's gone at last. Goodbye, balloon.
Good luck wherever you are cornered.
I am pleased you're out of sight, no longer
Mine, no longer wanted, less a cherished
Souvenir than something kept too long,
Now blessedly away.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-09-02 at 01:42

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