LOST BALLOON

crawling from the crash
I couldn't have died if I tried

I had a son to save

laughed
spat in death's face

pulled him from the flames
I forbade him to die

he disobeyed
the car exploded

burning the edges
of the night

I survive
without him

a death in itself
my reflection

does all the talking
I just stare in the mirror

Christmas now

I feel like a lost balloon
sticking to the ceiling