Butterfly
Do butterflies die as sweetly as they fly?
Or do they fade like the light from her eyes
So sudden and so subtle
The shock and shake so…
So still... Smile still
My eyes they will not run
Not walk nor talk
They merely gaze
This haze has not yet lifted
The tragedy-free are gifted
She… lived life unscripted
How she’d write the lines into my pages
And opened the cages
Free my portions and parts
I got a chance, a new start
With her there was love
...And life
I had strife but I strived
And she died…
I cried
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