You were a blue birthday balloon
With a string that I forgot to clutch
Now you’re drifting off to the moon
While I’m hollering at the sun
If we met again would you know my face
Or would I recognize you?
I have changed since I left that place
You’ve probably done the same too
I guess that’s just growing older
But I wish we’d done it together
Cuz you are a four leaf clover
And I doubt I’ll find another
I still hope your favorite band
Wins a Grammy or an Oscar
And that we meet again someday
‘Cause you were my favorite star
Until then I’ll keep memories
A secret stolen souvenir
In a cluttered drawer of old keys
To a time when we had no fear
photo by Barbara Krysztofiak
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