Faded Valentine Card
I can be a disciplined piggy bank, a dragon fruit smoothie,
blush applied for a holiday celebration.
Or, a birthday balloon, aimlessly drifting,
yet confined by the ceiling.
On occasion, sunburnt skin takes over.
Those traces of a time before fluffy
cotton candy clouds occupied the sky.
I can be a worn eraser, a dead pointe shoe,
litmus paper surrendering to acidic conditions.
Or, a faded card from
Valentine’s Day with thoughts inked only in silence.