Butterfly Kisses

(10 March, 2016)

A soft goodbye kisses my heart like a butterfly

Fleeting and faint, that colorful lip stain stayed

And buried itself beneath the tissue, crafted a home as though it had strayed,

Believing its place is elsewhere, and she flew away.

I watch her wings, she never turns back.

And might a flower pick himself for another?

Let those petals wither, thirst for water;

Carry the treasure of the promise:

Return next August.

And might a garden allure, with those scents so fine?

A Daffodil, a Rose, striking Chrysanthemums,

And put the inferior bud to shame?

Might they catch her eye and turn those red wings,

Might they take her from me?

And won't the Rain come to quench my thirsty roots; I wish to grow

And won't the Winds come to disrupt my stay?

Tear me from this poisoned sod.

Tear me away.

A soft goodbye kissed my heart like a lullaby.

Loving, but tired, her voice unlearned my name,

Believing her place is elsewhere

And she flew away.