Balloons

Three balloons
dance through the air,
snagging themselves
on stray branches as we pass.
Bright ribbons are tied tightly
to our belt loops,
in attempts to keep our balloons
forever
he buckles down in laughter
as my red balloon pops
and I am left with a sad dragging
piece of rubber
that trails behind me as I walk.
Kicked out of the Burger King play place,
she sips silently on a cup
that has been empty for the past hour.
I try to catch myself before I fall
too much in love with today.
But I realize it's too late
as we walk into Rite-Aid
and dub a piece of candy
"The Pink Push pop of Happiness".
Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever grow up.
It's times like these when I hope I don't