You helium balloon,
floating in the air,
I adore you, balloon,
I’ll smother you with care.
I’ll take you out for walks
while you sway but never swoon,
hovering around the ground bound rocks:
my helium balloon.
The depths of myself I project onto you,
my lovely hollow moon,
but my projections reach nothing, nothing but plastic and air,
for you hold not a thought nor a care,
inanimate and bare,
you simply are there
(just a helium balloon), drifting through the air.
There’s no soul within your empty, plastic skin.
Yet still I’ll pretend, again and again.