Sad balloon.

I'm not sleeping very well at the moment, and I tend to get up about 3am
and look out of windows till I can relax enough to go back to bed.

I saw this lonely balloon wandering down the street.
It seemed unhappy and not sure where to go.
I nearly called out to it, to ask it if it was alright,
but I could hear it crying, and felt I was intruding.

It looked a bit drunk too as it wasn't moving in a straight line
and I could sense the balloon's loneliness and fragility in the empty street.
I started to put a coat to go and comfort it.
But before I could do anything, it threw itself under the night bus.
It burst in a final, sad, small pop.

And it was gone.