In the parking lot,

A silver balloon
Tied to a dump truck filled with dirt.

I stare.
Imagine the situation.
Whose is this? And why?
My heart reaches toward it,
becomes attached.

In the parking lot,
My grocery list
Written the back of a bank receipt.

I stare.
What have I forgotten?
Above me, the silver balloon floats away.
It catches my eye. 
I wonder who will miss it.

In the parking lot
A man in the car diagonal
Watches me watch the balloon.

He stares.
Why does she not look away?
He doesn’t understand.
I cannot.
I cannot.