Red Balloon

A year ago
An aging man stood under a flickering light
In a bus stop void of people and suitcases.
In his hand he held the promise of true love, both
Buoyant and free
Not knowing he is observed
By two strangers who held the same hope and who
Both turned around to find in the others’ eyes
the image of a red heart-shaped balloon like a beacon
guiding the lost through the night.
-olivia

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