Red Balloon:

[almostalive]

...and I- was swept...
I drove by fires that said,
"Wish you- were here," frowning as I asked
if they could greet you- goodbye.
I let you have them-
those times- under the stars...
counted- and accounted for-
you just- know.
Of all these things you do-
they'll never know the importance-
the sport- of seeing...
and we compete...
It is- yourself that you paint
as they draw blank stares
and stop- to watch you run-
when questioned- in the most complex...of clarity.
And I hover here- shading streaks of your past-
and that is what makes me follow you...
"Because we- make sense."
Even still...this sky holds more-
than you can inhale...
The eyes that want to take in so much at once-
can never open wide enough.
Because there's only so much you can take
and that you can explain
And I- close my eyes...
Because you are so beautiful-
you let me.
There need be- no explanation-
of airbags- that hush such sorrow-
from windows, that hide-
all...hope...
and door handles- that shine...to spite them.
They all had- the best view...
Blood-red- it rose...
screaming silence
for windshields- that crashed~
all...parting ways-
for its meaning.