inside a red balloon,
so that all the details of the depth
of my wishes were wrapped in rubber secrecy.
I'll let this balloon fly away
someone else can catch it
maybe her
the one where the flirt and smiles
was obvious, from across the room.
I'll look to the sky
in hunt of another balloon
that I can fill with not wants
or wishes
but memories
of me and another boy
who doesn't look like you
one who notices me
more than you do.
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