red balloon

If I let you go,
You’ll float off like a red balloon.
Out of my grip
to go see the moon.
One day I’ll have to say bye,
hopefully not soon.
When I close my eyes,
I see your eyes.
I hate to see you cry.
When you walk away,
I wonder if it’ll be the last day
Feeling in disarray
You can’t become a memory
I am grateful for you,
in all that you do.
Like morning sun,
and spring dew.
What would I do without

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