Fragments of a red balloon
Hang limp on the rail.
Like the echoes of a birthday tune
They're now remanants of a birthday tale.
...
I folded his shirt. I saw the holes,
He had nervously chewed the rim.
My heart goes out to him...
It too was left behind.
...
Just a call, need money
can't work, feel lonely.
Pain acute, everlasting.
Fell from grace
...