Dilemma

I have a confession to make.
I found this balloon near my car around Valentine’s Day.
I wasn’t quite sure what to make of it.
Was it for me? Or another car in the vicinity of mine?
Maybe it blew in? A random love note from the universe…
If I just left it, would the gift giver be offended?
But likewise if I stole someone’s balloon, they would be more offended.
Dilemma.

I decided to steal the love.
It cheered me for awhile.
Until the uncertainty set in.
Then I kind of giggled – me the thief of love.
Depriving someone else with my ill-gotten gain.
I couldn’t feel good about false love.
Disgraceful

Weeks have gone by.
My life has been a little stressful.
I helped move my parents from Texas to Wisconsin.
Thankfully, they are safely ensconced in their new apartment.
The balloon hasn’t wilted.
Or floated somewhere else on its mysterious journey.
Delightful.

I’ve gotten over my guilt and have accepted the love all for me.
Intended or unintended.
It has cheered me through a rough patch.
Bouncing in my living room through thick and thin.
Reminding me of what matters in life.
So to whoever purchased the love and gave it away a little haphazardly.
Bless you!