The Day After Valentines Day
by Tom Bajoras
Driving, on the way to the office,
I caught a flash from a cemetery lawn.
At first I thought they were little fires.
Looking again, I saw that the graves were decorated with pink and silver balloons.
Each balloon hovers like a question mark,
above its tombstone, a period.
Life is mysterious—love even more so.
A thousand question marks, shining in the sun.
But maybe it wasn’t the graves with balloons,
but the graves without them that made me wonder most.
They escaped from loveless lives perhaps,
Or were lucky enough to exit together, hand in hand,
leaving no one behind to offer a balloon…
My eyes return to the road:
So much to be done today;
So far to go before tonight.