Chasing Red Balloons.

Look at you.
All smiles and doe-eyed, looking at Ellis Island from a pretty Jersey shoreline.
Heart-bubbling with love and holding red balloons.
Sipping Tequila-lemonades and laughing.
Chewing chocolate turtles.
A heart in your hand that reads like a psalm.

Look at me.
Teary-eyed and silent, riding the commuter rail back to Manhattan from a pretty Jersey “sure”-line.
Heart-breaking with love and chasing red balloons.
Drowning in PBR’s and longing.
Chewing my mouth up.
Tracing hearts in your palms.

Look at the space between us.
No smiles, and holes where our eyes should be.
Heart-blistering with love and popping red balloons.
No liquor but still longing daily.
Mouths sewn shut.
Holes where our hearts should be.