Faded Valentine Card

I can be a disciplined piggy bank, a dragon fruit smoothie,

blush applied for a holiday celebration.

Or, a birthday balloon, aimlessly drifting,

yet confined by the ceiling.

On occasion, sunburnt skin takes over.

Those traces of a time before fluffy

cotton candy clouds occupied the sky.

I can be a worn eraser, a dead pointe shoe,

litmus paper surrendering to acidic conditions.

Or, a faded card from

Valentine’s Day with thoughts inked only in silence.