Oct10

I saw the balloons floating awayAnd the wine was flat.The birthday hats were trampledAnd the streamers clusteredIn a meagre, dusty pile.Mourning channelled in us lost,Eroding us like castles made of sand,We tumbled together in clouds of remorse.As reality gripped us we tattered at the edges,Fluttering to our own respective empty spaces.With only the rosebuds remainingWe…