helium balloons

p: poems about far away things

the weekend:
the hours are small on a tuesday morning
i hope that a cup of coffee is enough to
lift my still spirits for another day

summertime:
i shrink into a cozied corner, wearing a blanket
like a hug, waiting for the sun to show
its forgotten face

oceans:
landlocked, i long for
the sound of waves closer than a
phone call in a conch shell

the moon:
lunar lullabies riddle me with longing
i search the sky for a sign
a secret to sleep with

childhood:
i am still waiting for peter pan
to preserve my naivety like a photograph
but the pictures aren't focused

inspiration:
my muse does not come when it's called
i am left with tea stains
instead of stanzas

home:
airfare is expensive
i cannot afford to make memories with my family when
they are eight hours away

love:
my partner only appears with the camera flash
the dance ends with tamed hair and
lipstick still intact

happiness:
the wiki page doesn't say enough
i am afraid that i have forgotten
all there is to know on the subject  

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