The winds blew silently against her

Dress swayed, like ripples in the sea

She stood there, in the twilight

Enjoying life, unbothered, carefree

All he could see in the darkness

Were her six red balloons, in the sky

He thought about calling out to her

But all he could do was just sigh

Wondering if he should approach her

The thoughts in his head turned to mush

It would be another Valentine’s Day, spent alone

He’d have to dream, about his mystery crush

February Writing Prompt: Red Crush – Day 8/28

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