“The joy of meeting pays the pangs of absence; else who could bear it?” Nicholas Rowe
He took her to the circus and bought her
all the blue balloons
because blue was her favorite color.
He pretended he didn’t want to ride
the Ferris Wheel
because he knew she was afraid of heights.
He won her a soft white teddy bear
because he couldn’t always be there at night.
She didn’t even notice the blue balloons
rising up slowly to the moon
as they slipped away during their long embrace.
And then – it was over…
Since then she’s squeezed her eyes shut
more than a thousand times
to see if she could make it all come back,
But always when she’s opened them,
The dream and he was gone…
© DiAnne Ebejer