A Butterfly Love Note:

 

She told me I broke her heart

I prayed to heal it.

Can she tell mine aches for hers?

 

Could she eat her pain and dissolve it?

I’ve thought so hard and still can’t solve it!

Can she tell I love her?

 

Loyal and Loving and True.

Mary had told me what to do.

So with wet eyes, I apologized.

 

It tingles down my throat

And its of note

I doubt a red stripe could heal it.

 

Broken in disrepair.

A thunder ripple across ocean air

The sun in total chaos

 

I would share clothes but pain would conflict

Lines are crossed and weaved thick

In a tapestry of elusive connection

 

Pebbles on the beach bequeath me

Does the sea beseech thee?

And I can’t even speak about.

 

painting by Elizabeth  Brandt

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