Stacey was a cigarette she was bad for your health. Sweet 16 given up taking care of herself. On the school bus singing of all the ways she might die. Long bittersweet nothings with a glint in her eye

Still the world passes by, and we try to pretend there’s nothing wrong in this life. There’s balloons on the bridge again

Mark was a Polaroid, he was fading to black. High school hero feeling like a panic attack. Carried on the shoulders of the famed cheerleaders. Wide Colgate smiles, waiting for his

Still the days do not slow - hard to keep what you cannot mend. Hollow words come and go. There’s balloons on the bridge again

Balloons

DaveAbbott