A balloon for a heart
with a loose tether to this world
is always getting away from me.
My heart goes out to you.
I put my heart into it.
And I gave you my heart.
But I tug it back to me.
I can only be without it for so long.
The wind blows
as if saying,
“this one needs it more.”
because I cannot stand the vulnerability.
Still it pulls, and so I follow my heart.
If we follow the tug on our heart strings,
where would it take us?
Letting go of that string
to extend a hand,
handing over your
balloon of a heart
to someone who needs
a splash of color in their day.