The Fair Poem by Matthew Rousseau

I stand at the fair
And watch all of the people there
I see them having fun
But my fun is already done
I notice the small girl walking by
She lets go of her balloon and watches it fly
I walk up to her and ask, “ Your balloon, you let it go, why? ”
She takes those big blue eyes and looks at me
She grabs my hand and whispers quietly
In my ear
So no one else can hear
When she’s done with her talking
She continues walking
I don’t understand what she said to me
She just simply stated, “To set it free”