A Stolen Wish on a Red Balloon
I must confess, old friend Years ago, I stole your wish and wrote it on a red balloon There was that moment over drinks where you did the thing that you do- with a faraway look and Cassandra on your tongue, seeming to have all the answers We talked about futures, about dreams, about what we wanted for our lives My laundry list, absolutely in earnest, both superficial and full Yours was one, only one- "May I always have a home wherever I go" It rang golden clear inside me as the truth often does as the pages of my wishes became hollow So, I took yours without asking Stole from our conversation the handful of letters that made it magic Wrote on a red balloon in big black marker, to ensure the Universe would never mistake my handwriting Cast it into the sky without comprehending what I'd set forth Years later, quite beyond what I knew to expect, it has come true exponentially- like one red balloon birthed another every year until my greatest