Here Come the Butterflies

All you left were falling stars and questions;
the flame in my heart, still burning bright
like a light in the window; your empty seat
on the porch swing, my half-hearted smile
in the morning, those weeping willows dancing
with my pain. The skies open, asking for a sign
and then here come the butterflies floating yellow
fluttering all the reasons why you couldn’t stay.

~

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