Balloon Thoughts

(a) you'll be okay

in the shadows of our silhouettes,
her eyes brightened up the devil
that always wanted to play. 

you saw the abrasions on her finger-
tips as she clung to the chaos of hope that poured out of our soul and down our cheeks. 

she plucked the shooting stars 
and sun rays and stuck them to our wounds like bandages.

"you'll be okay,"

she said and even if you knew you wouldn't. you believed her as she grabbed your hand and showed you how to dance beneath the summer sky again.