Deflated Love

Sinking slowly, the balloon makes an effort to fly again.
But the weight is too much.
Oxygen not enough.
So it hovers there delicately, sliding downwards with each day that passes.

'Happy Valentines Day' written on a background of blood red roses.
In the shape of a love heart.
On a string of pure white.
Yesterday, it was the symbol of happiness and joy, a bond that would forever endure.

But today it is sad.
Sad like the ocean on a winters eve.
Sad like a raindrop in a sea of tears.
Sad like the broken girl who writes these words.
The girl who could never replace him, not if she begged the waters and appealed to the whispering breeze.