A large crowded room

Filled with voices boom

Glanced at dazzling faces

Like assorted roses in vases


A distinct humming sound

Waiting to be found

At the center of the crowd

A balloon to his astound

Sweaty hand

Grasping on single strand

Gently slipping

Like water slowly dripping



So little time

Yet both in chime

And for a while

They both shared a smile



He sighed

Towards the entrance he trudged

It was not goodbye

But they both need to fly



Final boarding call

Announced all over the hall

I’m afraid you can’t bring that with you

With no uttered words, they both already knew