An Invitation to My Love

Our party was over,
and every ounce of me emptied.
Limp and tossed aside,
I am a dying balloon.

To live, I must find
another cause to celebrate,
but you hold the air
I need.

I pull you to me
inhaling your strength,
and when I can stand again,
I push you away
on the exhale.

Yet a tingle lingers
on my fingertips,
and all I desire
is to drag you back
so we can gasp again.