My balloons never really had a name or a purpose,
Except, maybe, purple star balloon & “Congrats” balloon and to
Prove to me that maybe you do care.
On the night that I was given these balloons
I thought to myself these balloons are worthless
As I tied their strings to a chair in my room.
I underestimated them.
Under the mercy of my fan above,
my balloons at first floated in circles across the room,
One always leading the other through their travels
One day their strings became intertwined,
I untangled them but after several
Of their travels around my room
They became intertwined again
It seemed like destiny, so I left it alone.
Then they danced.
Still, under the mercy of the fan above, they danced.
I enjoyed watching them dance
all around my room
still withstanding the ups and downs of life.
It was a routine for them.
As my balloons circled my room,
They slowly descended down and
Then slowly ascended up.
It was something about their environment
That made them do that
Same routine in the same locations
With little variations to it.
This is how they lived out their life
That is until I discovered them one day
Near my lamp,
On the floor.
I tried to make them dance around my room again
But they would fall straight down each time together,
Their strings still intertwined
It seemed like destiny, so I left it alone
And decided to commemorate their life
With this poem
that has an impact on you
is worth noting.